Chen Xun cast this spirit a faint glance.
Then he walked away on his own.
The words that had reached Song Heng's throat instantly caught there.
"Senior Song, Big Brother is no longer as he was before." He Ling passed by Song Heng's side.
"Hehe, true enough." Song Heng smiled faintly and looked at that Taiyi Cultivator. "Little fellow, stop meddling. The old seniors have matters to attend to."
With that, he followed in Chen Xun's footsteps.
Leaving behind the Taiyi Cultivator with a face full of stunned bewilderment. In shock, he inwardly grumbled, "So which of us is the Taiyi Cultivator here—you people, or me?!"
But never mind.
He suddenly felt that these people possessed rather extraordinary bearing. Otherwise, he could have acted as a 'senior' and offered them some guidance.
Along the way.
Big Black Ox, Little Crimson, and the others had long grown accustomed to it. Chen Xun no longer liked casually chatting with outsiders, and even that star demon had not teased Chen Xun much.
"Song Heng, this Heavenly Court Territory carries quite a bit of the ancient flavor of the Nine Provinces." Chen Xun's gaze stretched far into the distance, encompassing all things. "It seems the feng shui formation of this Heavenly Court Territory is a nine-direction dragon-rising configuration. They are not cultivating luck here—they are cultivating feng shui..."
After saying that, he gave a scornful laugh.
Hearing this, Song Heng's expression turned solemn, and he silently nodded.
That year, Taiyi Nine Provinces had possessed the finest feng shui in the Three Thousand Great Worlds. It could be said that the winds and clouds of the entire Three Thousand Great Worlds had risen from there. Yet later, it had also become a place all races of the great age had to destroy, vanishing from the