In the mountains and forests, separated by a vast distance, Fan Qingmeng gazed at the qi from afar and saw that in the direction of Heaven-Answering City, it had formed seven-colored hues and woven itself into a resplendent canopy. All living beings rallied around it, and no evil could invade it—its nobility beyond words.
The moment she saw this, she knew that the sacrifice to Heaven had succeeded and the royal enterprise was settled.
From such an aura, she could tell that all living beings in the Southern Wasteland had now submitted. For a short time, internal unrest would be impossible.
The sight made her feel the unfathomable nature of the Heavenly Mandate all the more keenly.
In those years, she too had observed qi. Yet at the time, her attention had chiefly been on Wu Yuan, who bore the aura of tigers and wolves. She had only noticed Zhao Cheng's qi because Wu Yuan had chosen him as prey, so she happened to give him an extra glance.
He had been merely a Daoist with a slight spark of spiritual wisdom. Yellow Heaven Daoist taught without discrimination—anyone with talent could cultivate Dao arts. In their Heart of Heaven Holy Land, someone with the qi of merely ten men would not even qualify as an outer disciple.
Yet who could have expected that the winds and clouds within the Chain Mountains would be so unpredictable? Zhao Cheng had borne the visage of certain death, only to find fortune at the end of extremity and cut through his death tribulation. After that, he became utterly unstoppable.
He pacified the Chain Mountains, took Wu City, inherited Yellow Heaven, and now ruled the Southern Wasteland, accomplishing a king's great enterprise.
"This man most likely obtained knowledge from the Void. The old tales say