Amid the haze, everyone saw a shadowy figure slowly emerge in the white mist, seeming at once real and illusory, present and absent. Its clothes were archaic, its face indistinct, and it stood in midair within the thick white fog.
The figure stood there for a while, then suddenly raised a hand and pointed east-
Everyone looked east, following its gesture, but saw nothing.
Then, with a thunderous crash, a sudden bolt of lightning struck straight down, shattering the figure!
Whoooo...
A fierce wind abruptly rose.
The white smoke above the Ning Family's ancestral graves, which had previously lingered without dispersing, impervious even to powerful surges of force, quietly dissipated just like that, with extraordinary speed.
Within half a cup of tea's time at most, the white smoke had vanished. Everyone in the burial pit looked up, taking in the clear sky and brilliant river of stars.
Where were there any clouds?
But... where had that lightning in the sky come from?
And that figure... what place had it pointed to in the east?
What exactly had it meant?
Everyone felt what seemed to be another tremor beneath their feet and hastily leaped up, only to discover that the entire area had begun shaking.
"An earthquake? Get out!"
Everyone flew outward together. The instant they were airborne, another thunderous crash rang out, and the entire Ning Clan ancestral burial ground, an area hundreds of li across, collapsed all at once!
Where the ancestral graves had stood, there was now a bottomless pit!
Faint wisps of white smoke rose from the deep pit, but its bottom remained out of sight. The entire stretch of land had fallen, yet even after a long while, no echo of it striking solid ground came back up!
Ning Qingcheng jumped in fright at the sight.