The thunder tides rolled away, the echoes still reverberating above Chongyang.
"A query to heaven and earth..." Yuan Feidao stood atop a tall building, gazing at the illusory figure in the distance, sipping a mouthful of tea.
"The sudden thunder from that day was all because of this person."
He squinted slightly, his expression somewhat grave:
"Since when did such a figure appear in the Golden Province? A spirit enveloping hundreds of kilometers—perhaps more than hundreds of kilometers."
The old man was certain: Such a one who can ask the heavens above... No.
Such a one who can [Ask the Heavens], how could he merely be in the Innate Realm?
To ask the heavens, even an ordinary deity finds it difficult.
"Not the true form, just a wisp of will reflecting, above the High Heaven, Celestial Venerates, what are these?"
The teacup in Yuan Feidao's hand twisted, turning into a wisp of thin mist flowing between his fingers.
