In the world as it was now, villages had long since been merged together. There simply were no independent villages left in the wilderness that could survive.
Anomalies emerged endlessly in the wild. Though Dao soldiers went out to encircle and suppress them almost every few days, the situation within the Nine Provinces was far from good.
Civilians were injured and killed nearly every day, but the memories of those who saw or heard of it were always wiped clean to cover it up.
The earthquake had occurred in Qing Province, the heartland of the Infinite Sect.
Within the Infinite Sect, a mysterious Daoist frowned slightly.
"How could there be an earthquake?"
Suddenly, his gaze turned toward the distant horizon.
There, an invisible dragon aura shot straight into the heavens, releasing a shrill, mournful cry.
The next instant, that aura vanished.
The Daoist's expression hardened. "The dragon vein of Great Tang—what happened? With a cry like that, could the dragon vein have snapped?"
With that thought, he took a single step forward, and space-time twisted around him.
When he appeared again, he had arrived at an unremarkable mountain range.
The mountain range was collapsing. Its original contours had resembled a dragon lying prone, but now that dragon had broken into seven or eight pieces.
At the sight, his expression immediately turned grave.
He swiftly employed his methods, wondrous power spreading out as though gathering every kind of lingering aura.
Before long, he frowned. "No, there isn't any aura here at all. Even the heavenly secrets are in utter chaos."
"An expert in heavenly secrets is disrupting everything!"
He did not know that the fate of the Pujiang Dragon King had long since been thrown into disorder by Li Qing.
No one could divine the actions of the Pujiang Dragon King.