Zheng Qing was, after all, merely a passerby in history.
He paid no heed to the old wizard's prayers.
He did not even have the patience to hear the man's name. He simply continued tracing upstream along the river of time, all the way back to when this land had still been wilderness, and before that, an ocean. Only after confirming that there was nothing worth seeing in this territory did he sweep his sleeve and turn back downstream along the river of time.
It was not because he was especially cautious, worried that this ancient castle might be entangled in some strange karma and bring new trouble to the school, that he had inspected the Timeline so carefully.
It was simply because, as a Legend, he possessed that power and could easily "see" so far into the past, so he took an extra look.
That was all.
When Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze,
his eyes fell once more upon the Ancient Castle. After that single "look" from him, the pillar of fortune above the castle, once firm and steadfast, had become somewhat frail and unsteady. Its color had also faded, nearly turning transparent.
Fortune without sufficient foundations to suppress it was like this.
Like duckweed floating on water.
The slightest ripples passing in the distance could scatter it apart.
Under ordinary circumstances, wavering fortune would often cause the wizards in the castle to experience palpitations, nightmares, falls, or strange incidents such as window glass being suddenly shattered by crows. But at this moment, dense calamity aura shrouded the castle, making every warning from their natural senses seem utterly insignificant—or, more bluntly, the trouble they had caused meant they no longer needed to worry about something as minor as damaged fortune.
Zheng Qing's immense divine awareness swept across the land.