Spring's chill still bit, and the night wind blew bleakly.
Deep within Myriad Phenomena Cave, Dharma King Xuanyuan sat upright. A sudden gust of night wind made him shudder involuntarily, jolting him awake from meditation. That inexplicable chill instinctively alerted him that something was wrong.
He was a Fifth Realm dragon descendant, with the bloodlines of the Evil Qilin and the Underground Mole Dragon flowing through his veins. He particularly enjoyed resting in dark underground caves-the damper and colder, the better; the more frigid and sunless, the more comfortable. How could a mere gust of cold wind have startled him awake?
Something was wrong with the wind!
Dharma King Xuanyuan immediately stopped breathing, sealing himself off from the outside, then inspected his body from within to see what had gone wrong. After searching through himself, he found nothing.
The demon still looked somewhat doubtful, so he resumed breathing and raised a hand to draw a wisp from the night wind, holding it beneath his nose to sniff carefully. Again, he found nothing amiss.
Still uneasy, he opened his mouth and drank in a mouthful of wind, swallowing it to savor it carefully.
Yet it was nothing but ordinary wind.
Dharma King Xuanyuan found this rather strange.
Could I be overthinking things? Or was this an intuitive warning-the danger hadn't happened yet, but was already brewing? If I was merely overthinking, that was nothing. But if it was a warning, I would have to be more careful from now on.
Unfortunately, he had committed far too much slaughter. Blood baleful intent so dense it was almost tangible clung to him, obscuring the heavenly secrets. Unlike those of the Righteous Path, he could not trace the heavenly secrets back through that mysterious intuitive awareness of Mindlink. Thus, even if he knew there