Ye Qing: "Achoo—"
He lounged lazily against an agarwood couch, a trace of bewilderment surfacing between his long, narrow eyes.
A dignified Mahayana Stage cultivator had actually sneezed?
Was someone plotting against him behind his back?
His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint chill spreading through their depths.
A thread of a Mahayana Stage cultivator's pressure poured out without restraint, its vast and majestic aura sweeping across a hundred li.
Within that hundred-li radius, flocks of birds were instantly thrown into panic. Birds frantically beat their wings, shrieking as they scattered in all directions, while beasts in the forest went weak in the limbs and fled blindly, crashing about in terror.
Creatures with low cultivation could not withstand that pressure at all. In an instant, blood seeped from their seven orifices as they collapsed heavily to the ground, their life force swiftly draining away.
Pavilions, towers, mountains, and halls both near and far trembled faintly. Beams and pillars creaked, fine cracks spread across the walls, and everything seemed on the verge of collapsing with a thunderous crash.
The spiritual energy that had once flowed gently through heaven and earth completely lost control, surging and colliding like a raging gale. Clouds and mist rolled and shattered, and the entire space instantly descended into restless chaos and violence.
"Ye Qing! What are you doing?! Stop this at once!"
An urgent, furious voice came tearing through the air.
At the same time, another deep and steady aura appeared, firmly resisting the rampaging Mahayana aura. Bit by bit, it forcibly soothed and suppressed the terrifying phenomena in this area.
Hearing that furious shout, Ye Qing lightly pressed his lips together. That trace of aura swiftly withdrew, and everything returned to calm in an instant, as though the heaven-shaking scene just now had never existed.
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