To this day.
Within the killing tribulation, many things had often used the earth-shaking upheavals abruptly born of the greater tide to conceal the ripples of spiritual opportunity behind their own actions.
In times past.
Those customarily stirring restlessly in this manner had often been cultivators of the Demon Race.
The secret seizure and occupation of the Many Treasures Artifact Sect had been an especially typical example.
Liu Dongqing was now stirring the winds and clouds.
With the Bagua Spiderweb having been disturbed, a deeper Fortune Spiritual Opportunity vision had opened. He had long been on guard, watching every corner where Demon Cultivators existed.
He wanted to see what sort of reactions they would make behind the scenes.
Only.
Even Liu Dongqing had not expected it.
Under his nearly lethal strike, perhaps because the Demon Race had exhausted its tricks, they truly made no response at all.
They allowed the Spirit Race to emerge into the world, and the matter of the Spirit Race entering the sacred lands and great teachings proceeded smoothly just like that.
Among those interwoven gazes, many Demon Race cultivators whose hearts had originally surged with hot blood gradually felt their passion cool beneath such gloomy and deathly still responses.
And under such circumstances.
Those who took the opportunity to act this time were actually cultivators from the Southern Border!
Beneath Liu Dongqing's blazing gaze.
At this moment.
Amid the seemingly tranquil mountains and wilderness of the Southern Border, amid the boiling heavenly secrets and fortunes brought about by the Spirit Race's emergence, streams of Fortune Spiritual Opportunity stood exceptionally clear and distinct within the deep vision, violently colliding and entangling with one another.
And this collision and entanglement.
Was like a tangled mass of hemp. It did not settle into any corner of the mountains