"What was fine just now—how did it become like this?"
"What's going on? Why is there so little mist in the courtyard?"
"How are we supposed to cultivate with so little?"
The domain lords in over a hundred courtyards who had stopped cultivating all voiced their complaints.
Although white mist was still slowly seeping out from the bluestone ground in the courtyards, those wisps of vapor looked pitiful compared to the sight of the courtyards being filled with mist just moments ago.
One domain lord saw the mist drifting before him and instinctively tried to absorb it. But the instant the thought arose, that wisp shot off toward the surrounding wall with a whoosh, leaving the domain lord staring blankly after it.
Whoosh. A figure appeared at the foot of the black mountain, floating above the courtyards as he looked down at the situation below. With a single glance, he saw vast amounts of white mist gathering in one particular courtyard, while everywhere else was empty. The contrast was especially stark.
The demigod frowned. After serving as a guard at the Ancient Burning Hall for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
A star level cultivator, at most at the peak, had actually absorbed the Ancient Incineration Crystal mist from nearly half of the Ancient Burning Hall's Star Zone. Looking at such a massive spectacle, he had almost thought several demigods were here breathing in clouds and exhaling mist.
The demigod swiftly connected his consciousness to the control center of the Ancient Burning Hall's intelligent spirit entity—referred to simply as the intelligent spirit—and looked up the cultivator in that courtyard.
"Under Shang Que Shen's command?" The demigod was somewhat surprised.
He knew Shang Que Shen was a genius, but he had not expected