The rain washes over the scorched earth, but it cannot cleanse the land of ice crystals.
The baby in his arms starts crying again, its tiny fists clawing helplessly at the air.
Suddenly, Zhou Qing is jolted; he snaps his head up—something's not right!
After a Spirit Severing Realm cultivator's death, there should be a hundred-mile radius filled with violent emotional remnants, yet everything appears normal now.
This discovery makes his heart race, as a frightening light bursts from his eyes.
Immediately, he struggles to harness the last of his spiritual power, his divine sense spreading out like a flood.
Every inch of the land, every grain of dust is meticulously examined by him, afraid to miss any clue.
Suddenly, his divine sense captures a faint fluctuation—a familiar aura only he can perceive.
Zhou Qing is jolted; his hands move swiftly to perform sealing signs.
Instantly, a blood-red phoenix shadow slowly takes form behind him.
