The tremors, like a dragon turning over, became insignificant after transmitting through two hundred miles. Under the shrouded fog, the lower-ranking soldiers couldn't see that far, but just because the junior soldiers couldn't see, it didn't mean Zong Qingsheng and Hua Hong couldn't sense it.
Even constrained by the Fog Array of the Sword Sect, they could still perceive that a Qi Flow Sea had formed almost instantly near the heart of the Sword Sect.
The tumultuous Origin Qi turbulence disrupted all probing methods there, yet the most superficial visual observation could still vaguely discern it.
The sky was dim,
The fog was hazy,
A mysterious towering object swayed around the main peak.
Seeing this scene,
Hua Hong froze, unable to speak.
Zong Qingsheng's face remained stern, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.
After a moment, Zong Qingsheng slowly glanced back:
