Chapter 20: Event [2].
Fang Yuan panicked not.
He simply rose from his seat, the final formation flag still glowing faintly on the table behind him, and extended a hand.
The air within the chamber stilled. Then—
Boom.
A ripple of pure spiritual will surged out from him like a tidal wave.
Invisible to the naked eye but unmistakable to any who cultivated, the spiritual wave shot through the estate and beyond, blanketing the entirety of Coldwind City in a breathless instant.
It wasn’t violent. But it was absolute.
In the hearts of those sensitive to qi, it was as if the sky had leaned down to whisper in their ears.
And it whispered power.
Across the city, four distinct locations erupted in simultaneous chaos.
Zhao Clan, perched in the northern high halls of Coldwind Ridge—Zhao Ming, the elderly Patriarch, trembled mid-meditation, his eyes snapping open.