"Ah, so it was a World-Breaking Divine Art!" Xiaomeng suddenly understood. "Isn't that... something only Spirit-Release Venerables can master?"
Once the silver shuttle appeared, the spatial vortex held on for over twenty seconds before gradually dissipating. Its final faint trace vanished into the air like smoke.
Feng Jun did not seem surprised in the least. He instructed the people in the manor to repair the grand formation, then rose into the air and cupped his hands in a salute toward all directions, speaking loudly.
"Thank you, fellow cultivators, for coming to my aid. I will never forget your support. For every fellow cultivator who acted, Feng will offer one full divination as thanks. I hope you will not refuse... At dawn, I will have someone register your names, so as to fulfill my duties as host!"
Someone laughed at that. It was a True Adept from the Yuangang Sect, who had arrived at Liba Beach two months earlier intending to request a divination, only to find Feng Jun in seclusion advancing his cultivation.
Since the spiritual energy here was not bad, and the Azure Steel branch had a Branch Academy in the area, he could not be bothered to return and simply waited here.
When Feng Jun had been attacked this time, he had also made a move. Unfortunately, it had achieved nothing. "Feng Mountain Lord, I acted twice, yet both efforts were in vain... May I shamelessly ask how many divinations I might receive?"
Though Feng Jun was feeling somewhat stifled, he could not help laughing upon hearing that. "Fellow cultivator, since you can bring yourself to ask, you must be in urgent need... Very well. Others get one; you get two!"
Although the other man felt a little embarrassed by the answer, he had gained an extra chance