Min Mountain lay on Longxi's southern border, while Ghost Valley Ridge lay in Southeastern Longdong. Six thousand li separated them-a distance neither particularly far nor remotely near. Ordinarily, even if the ground collapsed and mountains crumbled over there, nothing would be felt here. But because of his own Dao, True Lord Cheng was extremely sensitive to the gathering and dispersal of earth qi, tremors in the earth's apertures, and sudden changes in earth veins. Having only just achieved Union with the Dao, he was more acutely aware of changes in earth qi than ever. Almost as soon as something happened there, he sensed it here.
Judging by the direction and distance of the tremors in the earth's apertures, they came from the border between Longxi and Western Shu. Judging by their intensity, a great mountain with a spiritual vein must have collapsed, on a scale far beyond Ghost Valley Ridge.
In that location, a disturbance of that magnitude could only mean something had happened to Min Mountain.
The Daoist rose abruptly and activated his Dharma Eye to look.
All he saw was boundless smoke and dust blotting out the sky and sun. For hundreds of li around, frenzied spiritual explosions and hurricanes carried enormous rocks and dust through the air, tearing through clouds. It was only early spring, and Min Mountain's peaks were covered in snow. Dust blackened the billowing snowflakes as they whirled across the sky, like a volcanic eruption. Something terrible had happened.
Without hesitation, Cheng Xinzhan tore open the void and flew there.
Six thousand li took little time when a True Lord flew at full speed. Min Mountain's highest peak, the three-thousand-zhang Snow Treasure Summit, had broken across its middle and fallen. Before it had even stopped rolling and crushing its way through the mountains, True