"Wake up! Stop sleeping!"
Sensing that something was wrong, Clairvoyance raised his foot and kicked the leg of the fat man beside him, who was hugging a long halberd and snoring.
Clairaudience grunted, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and opened his eyes impatiently.
"What is it?"
Clairaudience yawned, casually picked at his ear, and asked irritably.
"Something happened in the mortal realm."
"In Chang'an, something is forcibly gathering the spiritual essence of heaven and earth. The disturbance is even greater than the one five hundred years ago."
Clairvoyance pointed beneath the sea of clouds, his face grim.
Hearing this, Clairaudience froze for a moment before letting out a scornful laugh.
"Have you slept yourself stupid?"
He planted his long halberd on the ground and dug at his ear. "What was that thing five hundred years ago?
That was a stone left behind after Lady Nuwa mended the heavens, a spiritual creature born of heaven and earth. It absorbed the essence of the sun and moon on Flower-Fruit Mountain for several thousand years before it could cause such a commotion.
These days, where would you find something like that—"
Before he could finish, Clairaudience's jaw suddenly stiffened.
Within the ears he took such pride in, he caught an extremely faint yet immensely heavy pulse.
Thump.
It was as though a giant were hammering the earth with an iron mallet.
Then, an overbearing wave surged straight upward through the clouds, shattering the protective formation outside the South Heavenly Gate.
Clairvoyance ignored his companion's stupor. He had already pushed his ocular power to its limit, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the center of the vortex.
He had to see what kind of monster was causing trouble below.
His gaze pierced through the heavy clouds, through Chang'an's tiled roofs, and