In the depths of East Mausoleum, countless streams of evil qi surged into the sky, almost tearing through the clouds.
The sky above East Mausoleum was instantly filled with rolling dark clouds.
In the Great Nong Temple, Zhang Jian was still examining the literature related to crops when he noticed the surging evil qi, and his face slightly changed.
"What is this thing?"
The ferocious power burst forth, and he saw countless thunderclaps appearing again in the depths of the sky.
With the Thunder Dao Talisman Decree in hand, a realization dawned on Zhang Jian.
This was not a Thunder Tribulation.
I fear it is heavenly wrath!
Something within the depths of the Dragon Vein was so terrifying that it triggered this ominous sign of heavenly wrath.
"What exactly is hidden within the Dragon Vein?"
Zhang Jian pondered in his heart.
In Haojing City, many cultivators were now turning their gaze toward the depths of East Mausoleum.
Most cultivators naturally hoped that the tribulation thunder would once again descend from the depths of the sky and shatter the Dongling Dragon Vein.
However, despite the restlessness in their hearts, no one dared to take action.
The past two changes had thoroughly deterred many cultivators.
Haojing City had become a veritable forbidden zone within the cultivation realm.
Two Primordial Spirit Masters had already fallen, and others dared not easily venture there.
But in an instant, the terrifying swelled dark clouds in the depths of East Mausoleum seemed to be suppressed.
In the depths of East Mausoleum, sweat appeared on Yuan Geng Daoist’s forehead.
The candles gathered by the Heaven-Praying Bureau before him flickered like candle flames in the wind amidst the violent evil qi, seemingly on the verge of being extinguished.
The magical power around him flowed into the altar before him as if it cost nothing, and the Celestial Spirit Divine Sword behind him expanded, transforming into a Heaven-Supporting Sword Mountain to block part of the dark qi, thus avoiding the danger of the Heaven-Praying Bureau being broken.
A moment later, as the majestic and terrifying fiendish aura dissipated, sweat beads had already formed on Yuan Geng Daoist’s forehead.
At the same time, a figure took shape not far in front of him in the depths of East Mausoleum.
Upon seeing Yuan Geng Daoist’s sweaty appearance, Chaomu did not ridicule him this time.
"Can you still hold on?"
Yuan Geng Daoist, exhausted, lay on the ground, "If this happens a few more times, whether Daqian is still here, I don’t know, but I’ll surely be gone!"
Upon hearing this, Chaomu paused before speaking.
"You’ve worked hard!"
Yuan Geng looked at Chaomu in some surprise.
"Brother Chao, have you discovered your conscience today? Or is your time nearing its end?"
Chaomu’s mouth twitched at his words, unwilling to engage with the sharp-tongued Yuan Geng.
He gazed into the depths of East Mausoleum, a profound look on his face.
"That thing’s malevolent aura is growing stronger. We need to find a way to weaken its intensity, or not only will we fail, but we might also be backfired upon!"
Upon hearing these words, Yuan Geng Daoist also fell into silence.
That thing concerned the lives and paths of a group of people. It had to succeed no matter what.
Yuan Geng Daoist spoke in a low voice: "The only strategy we have now is to send someone outside to find a way. We must find a treasure to suppress its malevolence, even if only temporarily!"
Chaomu sighed, and the recurrence of such a bizarre event served as a wake-up call for him.
But he knew that if someone was sent to procure that special magical treasure, no matter how secretly it was done, it would likely still leave traces.
It’s only a matter of time.
But before that forbidden object is refined, nothing can happen to the Dragon Vein.
He and Yuan Geng had little choice.
At this moment, Yuan Geng Daoist suddenly brightened up.
"Otherwise, why don’t you go seek a few more Treasured Inks from Scholar Zhang? Perhaps they could suppress that thing’s sinister aura!"
Chaomu shook his head upon hearing this.
"It’s not enough!"
Chaomu decisively rejected the idea.
"Scholar Zhang has not yet achieved the status of a Saint. The malevolent aura of that thing is unprecedented in history. Even with Treasured Inks, it might not be suppressed!"
The two exchanged a glance, both recognizing the pressure in the other’s eyes.
In the Great Nong Temple, Zhang Jian was at this moment gazing into the distance towards East Mausoleum, watching as the terrifying evil qi above his head gathered. He guessed that the thing might not yet have truly taken shape.
...
And while the abnormal phenomenon in the depths of the Dragon Vein left many cultivators speculating inwardly.
Not long after, an astronomical anomaly appeared around Haojing City again.
On this day, strange lights appeared in the void above, and in the depths of the starry sky, several large stars shone brightly, meteor-like starlight falling into the mortal world.
Numerous cultivators, sensing such an anomaly, couldn’t help but turn their gaze, only to see starlight dancing around the void, with many falling near the outskirts of Haojing City.
Some cultivators investigated closer and found that the starlight was dancing around with no discernible purpose.
Even several National Guardian Masters were unclear about it.
They didn’t know which master was performing magic.
But they vaguely suspected that the other party might be using this to conceal their true purpose.
"Succeeded!"
On the desolate mountain, Zhang Jian watched the Seven Stars revolve above his head, the seven long banners beneath his feet sinking into the earth below and disappearing.
Threads of starlight fell to the ground, flowing over the small grave mound.
In the Flying Bird Spreading Wings Acupoint, countless feng shui encompassed and infused into the coffins of the Song Ancestors.
Moments later, Zhang Jian’s figure vanished.
But within his vast Yin God Divine Sense, he could sense a majestic Primordial Spirit Divine Sense sweeping past from all around.
The Primordial Spirit Divine Sense was majestic yet extremely secretive.
No ordinary strong practitioner could detect it.
"Yinsi Master Chaomu!"
Zhang Jian maintained a calm demeanor.
...
"This massive Haojing City is becoming more lively indeed, a mix of fish and dragons, with more talented people than expected, all applying their means from the shadows!"
At this moment, in a residence full of Dragon Qi, the Golden Maiden Saintess resembled an ordinary gentlewoman, but traces of violet qi appeared faintly in her eyes. As her gaze swept across the sky, a faint smile appeared on her lips.