Published: March 3, 2025
As the Yuan Ying absorbed "nourishment" and slowly grew stronger, the external world was already tumultuous.
Every cultivator could sense the unusual fluctuations of spiritual energy in the heavens and earth.
Under the guidance of a high-level spirit gathering array, the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles around Heavenly Peak gradually gathered towards Liu Yu's cave dwelling where he was in seclusion.
The spiritual energy, usually invisible to the naked eye, formed observable clouds and mists within ten miles of the cave.
Then, constrained by a certain force, it took the shape of a funnel, pouring into the cave.
"Whoosh—"
As the winds and clouds changed, the phenomenon of Liu Yu's breakthrough could be clearly seen from the entire Yuan Yang Sect's mountain gate.
"This..."
Seeing such a grand spectacle, the low-level disciples were shocked beyond measure.
"Only a few decades apart, could it be that the ancestor is cultivating some kind of divine ability again, or has made another breakthrough in cultivation?"
An elderly foundation establishment steward murmured to himself as he gazed at the enormous phenomenon above Heavenly Peak from afar.
"Wait, why did I say 'again'?"
After a while, he came back to his senses and shook his head slightly.
Indeed, during Heavenly Wind's administration of the sect, there might not have been significant movements for several hundred years, but since Liu Yu took charge, there had already been three major disturbances in about a century.
However, any major activity from the ancestor was undoubtedly good news for the sect, whether it was achieving a certain divine ability or a breakthrough in cultivation.
But for the thousands of low-level disciples, the level of a Yuan Ying ancestor was far too distant; they normally wouldn't even see a golden core master in person.
Thus, upon witnessing the grand phenomenon, they were shocked but had few other thoughts.
Meanwhile, on a third-stage spiritual mountain, the elder generation’s "three great elders" gathered together, their expressions complex as they beheld this scene.
Li Changfeng stood in the center, with Qi Yuntian and He Rulong flanking him.
"Months ago, during the battle with the Dan Ding Sect, Shishu Qingyang made a name for himself, accomplishing the 'One Breath Slaying True Lord' feat."
"Now, regardless of whether he has cultivated a divine ability spell or made a breakthrough, his strength has certainly improved."
"We are already at a level that is difficult for us to gauge."
Watching the grand phenomenon from afar, Li Changfeng's expression was complex, and a deep sense of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
He was one of the most senior elders in the sect, nearing six hundred years old.
After suffering a serious injury from a failed fetus formation, another century had passed, and his lifespan was already very limited.
At this moment, this once-renowned "Master Changfeng" appeared as a frail old man.
His vitality waned, his body decaying, skin sagging.
His hair was completely white, and his face bore many wrinkles; even his short beard had turned silver, giving off a feeling of a hero in twilight.
Perhaps in a few years, or a decade or more, he would pass on.
The gap between success and failure in fetus formation was unimaginably vast, but Li Changfeng didn’t blame Heavenly Wind.
After all, he had received the sect's support for the fetus formation, yet still failed—one couldn’t blame others.
"Talents emerge in generations."
"From the current situation, Shishu Qingyang undoubtedly surpasses many ancestors from previous generations."
"Perhaps under Shishu Qingyang's leadership, the sect will reach unprecedented heights."
With hands clasped behind his back, Qi Yuntian sighed softly from the right.
At this moment, his hair was mostly white, looking like an old man imbued with the essence of immortality.
The three great elders of Yuan Yang Sect all belonged to the same generation, and since Li Changfeng had limited years left, the other two would naturally be in a similar situation.