WHOOSH—
Martial King Mountain's Ancestral Land.
At the foot of Wuliang Mountain.
The gale kicked up by his supersonic start was still swelling, whipping at everyone's robes.
It was a scene of utter shock.
Something so absurd it had never happened in fifteen hundred years was unfolding before their very eyes.
Whether it was Qiu Tianjing, the accompanying elders, or the disciples observing the ceremony...
...everyone's minds went blank for a moment. Their expressions froze as they stared dumbly at Wu Dao's figure, who had just appeared halfway up the mountain.
"This makes no sense. It makes no sense at all."
Elder Wu, the scruffy old man in charge of the Wuliang Mountain Grand Array, was the first to react. He constantly formed Hand Seals, communicating with Wuliang Mountain.
Although it seemed impossible...
...he still suspected that something might have gone wrong with Wuliang Mountain.
