Within the cave abode, all was quiet and peaceful!
And just as Gu Changqing seemed drunkenly lost in sleep...
Outside the cave abode.
Tongtian stood in the void, his Daoist robe snapping in the wind, sword intent swirling around him. He was like an unsheathed sword, his keen edge fully revealed.
With his hands behind his back, he gazed through layer upon layer of restraining seals at that seemingly unremarkable cave abode.
Though the earlier battle had ended, its aftershocks had yet to subside.
After all, the Heaven-Opening Divine Axe had changed hands, leaving countless Jie Sect Disciples still brooding over the loss, their hearts full of unease.
Yet Gu Changqing, the pillar of the Interception Sect, had chosen this very moment to hole up in his cave abode and sleep soundly.
Tongtian said nothing, but inwardly, he felt rather helpless.
However, just as he was about to turn and leave...
His gaze suddenly sharpened.
Tongtian's pupils contracted slightly, and the sword intent around him abruptly trembled, as though sensing something inconceivable.
He could clearly see vast swathes of dao resonance divine patterns, laws and order, and more circulating within Gu Changqing's cave abode, rising and falling in wondrous, misty currents beyond description.
Those dao resonance divine patterns were no ordinary fluctuations of cultivation.
They intertwined and transformed, sometimes coalescing into phantom artifacts, sometimes becoming images of forging through a thousand hammerings and a hundred temperings, and sometimes turning into profoundly mysterious laws of casting, circulating ceaselessly within the cave abode.
Tongtian's expression changed dramatically. A sharp gleam flashed through his eyes as he murmured:
"That... seems to be the fluctuations of the Way of Artifacts?"
There was some uncertainty in his voice.
But also an astonishment he could not conceal.
The Great Dao of Artifacts!
This was by no