Between the sky, the sound of wind howls.
Dark clouds press over the city, with flashes of silver light.
Such celestial phenomena triggered much attention from cultivators within the city.
Outside the valley, Fu Chaosheng blurted out, "Signs of Nascent Soul Formation."
But after merely observing for a moment, he calmed his anxious heart, uttering a rebuke under his breath.
"Nonsense!"
It was unclear whether the people inside the valley heard his reprimand.
The next moment, the winds and clouds reversed, and the silver light dissipated.
The distinctive aura abruptly withdrew.
Between heaven and earth, only the Spirit Qi pulled from the Earth Vein drifted aimlessly, with no other anomalies.
At the same time, the dense mist inside the valley slowly dispersed, creating a narrow path just wide enough for one person to pass through.
"Senior has arrived; why not enter the valley for a sit, and let this junior offer some humble hospitality,"
