Daoist Qianbao could be certain that while Yu Ci was playing chess, similar sensations had arisen both inside and outside Shuxuan Tower. True Lord Shiru had mentioned it before.
But after victory and defeat had been decided, Yu Ci had clearly made a move to draw in the Emperor Bell and the Golden Crow. If there had been any further effect, how could Madam Xia have kept silent? How could Zhang Tianji and the others have raised no objections?
Daoist Qianbao's gaze swept over Wandering Cultivator Tianfeng, then across the many people in Shuxuan Tower and upon the Viewing Cloud Platform. From the changes in their expressions, he reached a conclusion:
This treatment really was one of a kind!
Enlightenment stirred within him. He raised his head to look at the sky. The sunlight was fierce without being dazzling, even carrying a trace of warmth. Drawing a deep breath, he found the air entering through his nose and mouth warm as well, free of the tiny impurities it usually contained. It was just like cultivating within the Secret Mansion and Grotto-Heaven. His whole being seemed to have erased the boundary between himself and the outer world, as though he were about to melt into the pure vitality of heaven and earth.
That old fossil Xie Liang had once judged him with bitter disappointment, saying that in this lifetime, only by soaking in pure vitality within a blessed grotto-heaven could he taste the feeling of "heaven and earth as one."
Now, Daoist Qianbao truly wanted to drag that brother of his over for a look:
Right here—give it a name. What sort of grotto-heaven should this be called?
Daoist Qianbao had no idea how Yu Ci had done it. He restrained himself from looking back, steadied his mind, and waited until