This Ghost Cultivator could sense Lu Ye's gaze, which showed that he was no weakling. But without knowing Lu Ye's exact location, he did not dare act rashly.
A moment later, he quietly moved away from where Lu Ye was. Clearly, he was wary of something—or had misunderstood something.
The Five-Colored Cloud came to a stop, roughly a dozen miles from Lu Ye.
Looking in that direction, Lu Ye felt a lingering chill. That should have been where he had stood when he first discovered the Colored Cloud. In other words, if he had not run at the time, he would now be directly beneath it.
Good thing, good thing. Luckily, he had run. Otherwise, this would be an awkward situation.
No, wait!
Lu Ye suddenly recalled what had happened the last time Heaven-Sent Spirit Signs descended. The Spirit Signs that flew from the Colored Cloud radiated outward in all directions. If one stood directly below it, one truly would not be able to snatch any Spirit Signs.
Which meant... his current position was the truly awkward one.
A dozen miles from the Colored Cloud was precisely within the range the Spirit Signs would scatter across.
Ah, this...
Lu Ye did not know what to say.
At this point, he no longer dared make any rash moves. In just this short while, several auras had already appeared nearby. Clearly, they were cultivators who had calculated the distance and position, coming here to compete for Spirit Signs.
The nearest one was only twenty zhang away, hiding atop a large tree and gazing up at the sky.
He could only respond to all changes by remaining unchanged. Once the Spirit Signs began falling, the scene would surely become chaotic. He could look for an opportunity to leave then.
He lay quietly in