They were busy here, trying to seize that divine sword.
Yet the winds and clouds in the north would not come to a halt over the affairs of one or two people.
The fluctuations within those Dharma Combat spaces were not particularly intense.
But that only made the expressions of those in the know grow increasingly grave.
Before the mountain rain came, that oppressive heaviness was always most palpable.
Countless gazes from nearly every side had fallen upon Ghost Mountain.
And the Demonic Path side of the Four Lands had not been sitting idle either.
Several reincarnated bodies of the Demonic Path approached that mountain-like yet not-quite-a-mountain Ghost Mountain.
Yet no one stepped forward to stop them.
No greater conflict had erupted here for the moment.
But within the Demon Domain, news of the Providence Rain falling had already spread like wildfire.
Many Dreamland Guidance cultivators had already submitted the tasks Dreamland had assigned.
The overall ascension brought by those strands of Heaven's Will Providence differed from person to person.
Xiang Qingshan came back to his senses from the night.
When he opened his eyes again, bright daylight had already prevailed outside for some time.
Clear Light stretched a thousand zhang, blanketing the region around Peace Mountain where the Providence Rain had just fallen.
It also illuminated the vast wilderness spanning ten thousand miles, the mountain range hanging amid the clouds above, and that Abyss, all of which now bore an ethereal, dreamlike sheen.
What filled his nostrils was also the fresh scent after rain, carrying the fragrance of natural green grass and leaving one refreshed and at ease.
There was no trace at all of the upheaval from that night.
Xiang Qingshan sensed his own cultivation, and the natural circulation within his Inner World had become increasingly smooth.
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