The person quickly waved his robe, dispersing the blood-red color in the sky.
"Unfathomable, unfathomable..."
"There's actually someone in this world whom I can't divine."
"I refuse to believe it."
With a pinch of his finger, numerous Dharma Seals flowed out from his fingertips.
At that moment,
standing at the pinnacle of the teahouse, observed by everyone in the Four Directions Mortal World, Cheng Guang suddenly sensed something and felt his brows tremble slightly.
The Restraint Pearl that had been silent until now suddenly began to quiver.
The Restraint Pearl seemed to be under some immense pressure, its trembling frequency increasing.
Cheng Guang, feeling a premonition, looked up again, his gaze settling upon the firmament, as if he could see through the layers of clouds above and discern the figure sitting there, as if an Immortal.
Crack, crack...
From between Cheng Guang's brows, a sound like shattering glass echoed.
Finally.
Boom.
