The strange phenomena between heaven and earth gradually faded, but the immense pressure connecting the Myriad Heavens continued to linger above the Si Household Ancestral Grounds.
Throughout the Si Household, even a falling leaf could be heard.
Only after a full half an incense stick's worth of time did Third Uncle Granduncle seem to finally come to his senses. Leaning on his cane, he tottered forward.
He circled the enormous Jade Platform, looking this way and that, cautiously running his hands over it as he inspected it.
Although the old man's cultivation was low, he had lived so many years that he still had a discerning eye.
Though... he hadn't really understood much of what he was looking at.
But that didn't stop him from instinctively sensing how extraordinary it was, to the point that his scalp nearly tingled.
Chen'er hadn't been making empty boasts!
Si Qing, whose cultivation was the lowest, was instead unaffected by that vast pressure. Eyes wide, she tugged on her brother Si Ming's sleeve and asked:
"Brother, what was that just now? It looked so pretty."
A wry smile rose on Si Ming's face.
Pretty?
This girl really had no idea what it meant.
But for a moment, he didn't know how to answer her either.
Compared to the shocked members of the Si Household, Xie Changsheng, Zhou Yan, and the others watching from behind remained exceptionally calm.
After spending so many years with Brother Si, they had long since grown numb to such heaven-shaking feats.
Only Black Mountain scratched his belly and leaned toward Red Wind's ear, muttering under his breath, "Old Cat, do you think this thing our brother made is reliable? What if it dumps us in some godforsaken cor-"
Before he could finish, a folding fan delivered a crisp smack to