Several days later, on Two Realms Mountain within the Immeasurable Realm, Song Lun had barely returned when he sensed heaven and earth trembling.
"Rumble rumble rumble..."
The violent shaking left even a cultivator like Song Lun feeling numb all over. Even the dharma cloud beneath his feet kept collapsing, and he nearly fell from the sky.
Song Lun stared down at the mountain below in alarm. The pressure bearing down on him was growing ever stronger, and knowing he could no longer remain airborne, he hurriedly rode the wind down.
That was only because the various restrictions within this part of Two Realms Mountain suppressed the force. Otherwise, Song Lun knew that the disturbance just now would absolutely have smashed him to pieces—or he would never have been able to fly in the first place.
At a mountaintop within the mountain range, Zhong Pingxiu sat cross-legged with his eyes shut and a calm expression. One hand molded hand seals, while the other slowly pressed downward.
Two Realms Mountain continued to quake, but the tremors were gradually easing.
Song Lun landed on the mountaintop then, stepping across the mountain path that made his feet go numb, and slowly walked behind Zhong Pingxiu to wait quietly.
About half a day later, the rumbling finally subsided. Zhong Pingxiu gradually withdrew his magical power and slowly opened his eyes.
"Two Realms Mountain suddenly grew another hundred zhang. I suppressed it until the increase was no more than three inches, stabilizing the mountain's foundation so its mountain momentum would not risk shattering."
Song Lun looked around. Two Realms Mountain was silent, yet the heavy tremors from before had made even the aura in the distance appear distorted.
"Honored Master, this was already the twelfth time this year, wasn't it? So frequently... your magical power..."
Zhong