The two roast chickens in Ian Song's hands had long since gone cold. He'd lost all appetite for barbecue, tossed them aside, and with a quick word to the three women to head back to the stronghold, he vanished in a blur.
After a while.
Ian Song landed on the spot where the mysterious treasure had fallen two months ago, his feet on his flying sword.
He activated Clairvoyant Vision, frantically scanning all around and even beneath the ground.
He found nothing.
Ian Song felt a bit frustrated. Clairvoyant Vision's maximum range was six kilometers, and he strongly suspected that the mysterious treasure had burrowed deep underground. If he'd known this back in the real world, he would've upgraded Clairvoyant Vision's rank.
Now that he was in the Fictional World, all system functions were disabled—he couldn't upgrade anything even if he wanted to.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Ian Song let out a startled cry—not because he'd found anything, but because he sensed the concentration of heaven-and-earth qi in this area was lower than at Sunrise Peak, only about forty times its original level.
With a thought, he summoned his bronze flying sword and rode it to the nearest mountain peak.
The stronghold on this mountain peak had already been destroyed—nothing remained but ruins.
"Eighty-three times!"
Ian Song slowly spoke the number, then continued flying on his sword, landing on another peak.
"Seventy-three times!"
After that, he visited nine more peaks in succession. The heaven-and-earth qi multiplier was different at each one, but all were above fifty times the original level.
Finally, he arrived at Clearwind Stronghold's old base on Clearwind Mountain.
Here, the heaven-and-earth qi was fifty-five times what it used to be.
Next, instead of visiting more peaks, he went to ordinary spots in the mountain range. After several tests, he kept getting the same number—forty times.
After all this testing, Ian Song had a new hypothesis in mind.
But to confirm it, he'd have to check every single peak.
So, over the next quarter of an hour, Ian Song checked every single peak in the Blackwind Mountains.
His hypothesis was correct.
Every peak in the Blackwind Mountains had become a Spiritual Mountain—a blessed land for cultivation.
The transformation of the Blackwind Mountains wasn't as earth-shaking as when the treasure fell from the sky last time.
But the surrounding areas could sense something, and recalling the previous mysterious treasure from the heavens, many martial artists rushed to investigate the Blackwind Mountains.
Harold Yi—a wandering martial artist.
His favorite thing was to travel the world, sword on his back, riding a fine steed.
Today, he wandered near the Blackwind Mountains.
He was only a peak second-rate martial artist; normally, he wouldn't be able to sense changes in heaven-and-earth qi. But the Blackwind Mountains' qi was so astonishing that he realized something mysterious had happened there.
When he arrived near the Blackwind Mountains, the flow of heaven-and-earth qi had already returned to normal.