This veil of clear radiance swept across the horizon.
Countless eyes saw it.
Not to mention the surging spiritual aura—through their breath, their physical senses, and even their divine sense, everything seemed to have become far more Qingling.
It felt as though spring had come and all things were reviving, as though spring rain had fallen and every spark of life had once more broken through the icy cold, bursting forth in vigorous growth.
"What exactly happened?"
The cultivators who had emerged from their own cave abodes wore puzzled expressions as they looked toward the mountain gate where the Dao Sect stood.
Naturally, they could not see any more of what was happening.
Yet they could see that the closer one got to the heart of the mountain gate, the richer the spiritual aura contained within this clear radiance became, and the more lucid its glow.
Within the clear radiance, there also seemed to lie immeasurable Dao mechanisms.
Yin and yang turned in cycle, while birth and extinction never ceased.
Those who saw it could not help muttering to themselves.
By the look of it, something joyous must have happened.
They simply did not know what momentous event it was.
Judging from this feeling, no one had died.
"Breaking through a barrier is the most likely explanation."
But if someone had truly broken through that mysterious threshold, heaven and earth should have celebrated alongside them.
Yet what they saw now did not seem to be that.
"I only hope it isn't some other major event."
After all, this unmanaged territory of the Southern Heaven Continent could be considered a place where Rogue Cultivators could cultivate and settle down.
Some small sects and middling sects had also established their foundations here.
Naturally, they hoped the cultivation environment here would not undergo