The Kunlun Ruins suddenly experienced an inexplicable tremor.
The tremor persisted for a moment, as if massive objects underground were colliding, or as if a large concentration of Spiritual Energy, compressed to its limit, had suddenly found an eruption point.
The Deities of the Celestial Court and Kunlun, who were in the Temple enjoying conversation and performances of song and dance, now looked towards the ground with some tension.
"What is this…"
"A trifling matter, a trifling matter," Lu Wu said in a warm voice. "No need for anyone to worry. Perhaps my master is having a friendly contest with the Heavenly Emperor."
Fire Plume stood up, her pretty face frosty, as light red ripples emanated around her.
The Divine Spirits of the Celestial Court all rose as well, frowning as they looked towards the few Deities from Kunlun, who were also exchanging uncertain glances, unsure of what was happening.
