Of course, this change in heaven and earth was unfathomably profound. Unless one's cultivation had reached the level of Illumination and Transformation, it was simply impossible to perceive its subtleties.
The pavilion atop the distant mountain had already fallen into darkness, yet Fan Qingmeng and the other Daoists showed not the slightest weariness.
These Daoists had descended the mountain in the first place with the intention of observing the qi of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers, and enlightening hidden dragons.
Indeed, kings all knew that Daoists could not be heavily relied upon, while Daoists likewise knew that emperors could not be trusted. Yet that did not prevent the two from making use of each other.
Besides that, they also sought to temper themselves amid the mortal world and deepen their Daoist arts.
This observation of qi had merely been a chance occurrence. It was only because they saw Wu Yuan's fortune surging forth that this gathering at the pavilion came to be.
By now, night had fallen, but it did not hinder the Daoists from observing qi.
However, apart from Fan Qingmeng, the other Daoists—though all genius disciples of their respective sects and true seeds of Human Immortals—could no longer see clearly across such a vast distance.
As they looked now, they could only sense that in that faraway direction, the qi of Yellow Heaven had suddenly weakened, while the fortune of the Southern Wasteland had grown even more fervent, as though it would shatter Yellow Heaven's qi to pieces in an instant.
Among this group, the one whose realm and attainment ranked only beneath Fan Qingmeng's was likely the Daoist from the Great White Sword Sect. His name was Ji Zhengwo. At thirty-five years old, he had begun roaming the world with a sword at fifteen, slaying demons and