The South. Celestial Sword Pavilion.
On Zenith Cliff, Demon-Vanquishing Perfected sat cross-legged, quietly gazing at the sky. A splendid light shot from the crown of his head into the clouds, a symbol of his currently flourishing fortune.
However, there was not the slightest trace of joy on Demon-Vanquishing Perfected's face.
'They're urging me on...'
Ever since all the True Monarchs went into seclusion, his fortune had begun to grow, more rapidly with each passing day. Now, it had almost solidified to the point of being visible to the naked eye.
At this thought, Demon-Vanquishing Perfected could not help but sigh.
'I thought that capturing that lay line from the Skull Mountains ten years ago might have slightly diminished my fortune, but it turns out Heaven and Earth didn't care at all...'
Why had he personally intervened when Lü Yang had sought the lay line?
