He flashed to a point a li away from the statue. Even as Super Sensation illuminated everything, he stood ready to shift away at any moment.
He then vanished again and appeared in the small courtyard of the Heavenly Sword Branch Courtyard, a smile on his face.
The danger had indeed dropped drastically. It no longer posed a fatal threat, and he could cautiously draw closer.
Clearly, the root of the danger was this Seven-Colored Light Pillar.
It was the true source of power.
Now that the Dragon Binding Rope condensed from merit had seized the Seven-Colored Light Pillar by the throat, it had also seized the threat.
What remained could now be arranged at leisure.
He glanced in the direction of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The experts of the Imperial Ancestral Temple were still busy examining every corner, trying to determine the cause of the earlier anomaly.
He shook his head.
It was nearly impossible to get to the bottom of it. They were destined to be left utterly bewildered.
In the end, they could only attribute it to the ancestors' power flaring forth to drive away the foreign force.
He came to the stone table and sat down, brewing himself a cup of tea with an unhurried expression.
As the taut string in his heart relaxed, the world suddenly seemed vast and open, filling him with indescribable comfort and freedom.
It had been a long time since he had faced such immense pressure.
Under that pressure, he had broken through to the Ninth Transformation Perfection Realm.
Under that pressure, he had grasped the marvelous uses of merit.
He truly did not know whether this was fortune or misfortune.
He secretly warned himself that his luck had been good enough this time, but he might not be so fortunate