Zi Zhen looked up at the sky. Watching as calamity nearly ended all of existence around them. The world had nearly depleted itself of all Qi, sucking away at the life-force of all living things in an attempt to power an attack that was beyond anything he had ever had the misfortune of experiencing. Then it disappeared. Something stopped the process. Mending the damage that nearly shattered existence as they knew it. The damage to the dimensional barriers that prevented other calamities from entering this plane disappeared. The Qi that had started to siphon away returned unceremoniously. The frozen world returned to life as though nothing had happened. As though death had not been had. Why? Why is The Calamity doing this? What does it gain from a pseudo demonstration? Has its message not been clear enough with Cai Xuefang? Or did it notice my attempt to spy on it? No, omnipotence is beyond anything that had a beginning. Zi Zhen couldn’t figure it out. Whoever this was remained a thorn in his mind, grating at his senses and inability to figure it out. So many questions filled his head. More than he could keep up with even with the aid of incredulous amounts of time cultivating to the peak of this world. He was a monster that only a handful of people could match strike for strike. A confused monster. Zi Zhen’s eyes drifted to the Zhong boy. Days had passed ever since he had found the fool. Snake Face and a hundred talismans to conceal his identity for decades, hiding in plain sight. Zi Zhen would need to have certain discussions with different parties around his territory. People and sects that should have been looking out for exactly this kind of trickery. To think they would get infiltrated by some nobody. Had it been anyone of note, maybe even a slight bit of talent, he might have made an excuse for them. Might have. Who was he kidding? (...)