"Interfering with the past?"
Seven days earlier, atop the Sky-Watching Terrace, Qiu Yan slowly opened his eyes. The terrifying aura around him had already vanished, yet one of his fingers remained connected to the Armillary Sphere, its tip touching a red point at the center as though he had gained some insight.
A moment later, another change occurred. After Qiu Yan opened his eyes, Flying Hound, Flying Dragon, the Yin-Yang Dao Master, and the others suddenly felt that he was no longer there.
This was a perception of spiritual awareness, yet to their eyes, Qiu Yan still stood beside the Armillary Sphere.
"What is this? Some blinding trick? But what kind of blinding trick could so easily deceive my eyes?" Flying Hound frowned, intending to release his senses and investigate thoroughly.
But at that moment, Qiu Yan withdrew his hand and slowly walked over. That elusive air about him, as though his body was present while his mind was elsewhere, faded away with it.
As he walked, he gave off no trace of mortal smoke and fire. Flying Hound and the others did not dare stop him either. From Qiu Yan, they sensed an indescribable, invisible pressure, as though every movement and every thought of theirs would be known to him the instant it stirred.
Only after Qiu Yan left the Sky-Watching Terrace did Flying Hound and the others let out long breaths. Only then did they realize that their Dao Hearts had shown signs of wavering. If their fleshly bodies had not been refined to the utmost limit, with the roots of their lives condensed into one mass and transformed into Yin Spirits, Golden Cores, and Nascent Souls, that momentary loss of control would already have left them drenched in sweat.
"Could Marquis of Pacifying the Realm have comprehended