'Hmm? This aura?'
On the Golden Thread Pavilion Floating Island, Thirty Flow was inside the Central Hall, discussing their next move with the Sect's Internal Affairs Elders. Suddenly, he shot up from his seat, his voice filled with surprise as he looked due south.
He had sensed an incredibly powerful aura soaring into the sky, faintly emanating from the direction of Great Virtue Temple. What's more, the aura felt somewhat familiar.
Seeing Thirty Flow's reaction, the Elders below, who had been discussing their advance, now fell silent. They, too, had felt the fluctuation of some kind of aura.
'Is that the Insect Dao from Great Virtue Temple? But how could it be so powerful?!'
The aura was distant, right at the very edge of their perception. They only sensed it because the fluctuation from its eruption was so terrifying.
'But how could a single member of the Insect Dao possess such a powerful aura?'
