Moreover, the fluctuations of vital energy over the lake grew increasingly violent as time passed.
Like the other boys, Zhang Xiaohua stood quietly where he was, gazing at Dianchi Lake beneath the moonlight.
Dianchi Lake's emerald-green waves had vanished in the night. Only pure white moonlight poured down, rippling with brilliance. After a long while, the full moon rose even higher. Squinting at the moon hanging askew, Zhang Xiaohua secretly thought, Another full-moon night without my noticing. Could the road leading to the Incense-Passing Cult actually be connected to the moon?
As he watched with his eyes, Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense also spread over the entirety of Dianchi Lake. He truly wanted to see what mysteries lay within.
As time passed, the full moon was about to reach the middle of the sky, while its reflection upon Dianchi Lake was blown into scattered fragments by the breeze. Though countless people stood by the lake, they all remained silent, scarcely daring to breathe. An air of solemnity filled the place. Suddenly, every Incense-Passing Cult disciple made an exceedingly strange gesture: the fingers of their left and right hands crossed above and below, resting flat before their chests. They closed their eyes and lowered their heads slightly.
At that moment, the full moon moved precisely to the center of the night sky. At the same time, the air above Dianchi Lake, where a breeze had just been blowing, became utterly still—not even a wisp of wind remained.
Most bizarrely, Zhang Xiaohua had just been able to see everything in Dianchi Lake with his divine sense, yet in that instant, the entire lake vanished from his divine sense as though it had become blank emptiness.
Zhang Xiaohua immediately withdrew his divine sense and stared at the scene before him, his eyes filled with