Miao Qingjie had not noticed anything unusual.
The disciples of Star Picking Cliff probably had not noticed anything unusual about this fragment either.
Only he himself had seemed to die once, enduring the impact of a dragon's roar.
Then this was not backlash?
Meanwhile, Chu Liezhao, who was in the underground scripture repository of Great Bright Peak, suddenly had his blue robe billow outward.
His face was pale, yet violent power began to surge through his body.
The four old men in the center of the scripture repository abruptly opened their eyes, their gazes blazing.
They slowly rose into the air, straightened their legs as they landed, then floated up again like drifting catkins. Lightly, they landed behind several rows of bookshelves and arrived before Chu Liezhao.
Chu Liezhao was slowly rising.
His blue robe had puffed up like a ball, his body seemingly dragged from the ground by an invisible force as he gradually ascended.
Their expressions changed slightly.
They sensed a vast, irresistible power pouring down in endless torrents, flooding into Chu Liezhao's body.
"What is this..." The four exchanged glances.
They truly had never encountered such a situation before.
"Is he about to break through?" One old man frowned. "This is not the path of the Immeasurable Light Sutra."
"Some extraordinary art cultivated in Phoenix?" another old man said gravely. "Such power is certainly not from an ordinary cultivation method."
The four old men all nodded.
This was a vast and mighty force that made even their hearts tremble. It appeared no weaker than the Immeasurable Light Sutra.
"Then what should we do?"
"Let us watch for now. We cannot interfere rashly."
They could only stare at Chu Liezhao as they watched him rise to a height of ten feet and stop.
The vast power continued to