Gaze after gaze focused on Yuanchu Hall, some from the Lower Courtyard, some from the Eight Peaks, and others from the True Monarchs' Cave Mansions hanging high in the void.
Standing in the vast sea of lamps, Jiang Yi felt everything clearly. The thread of golden nature fused with his Divine Sense shone with a brilliant light, completely shrouding his fate and Luck.
Some Foundation Establishment True Masters, not knowing their own limits, tried to get a closer look, only to have their Life Essence seared in return.
For a moment, stifled groans of intense pain echoed in unison from the Cave Mansions, private courtyards, and Meditation Houses of the Lower Courtyard.
In the Fuyin Estate on Luofeng Mountain, Shao Guansu chuckled.
"Even the True Inheritances dare not gaze directly upon the Daoist, just as a court official cannot look straight at the Crown Prince.
