Meanwhile Wu Tian tensed as he felt the inklings of danger settle on their family. The moment he saw the heavenly signs he immediately felt that it would be bad. He extended his world sense, trying to sync with the world and reduce the signs but he felt his instincts activate, intuiting it was a bad idea. It might affect his sister being born.
Meanwhile the moment Wu Zemin saw the heavenly signs he hastily mobilized his troops and had them evacuate everyone near the city lords mansion and in the surroundings.
He even instructed the troops to stay away. He knew that the moment the heavenly signs appeared so grandly, there was bound to be all sorts of powerful beings being attracted. The mortals would only be in danger if they stayed in the surroundings.
Wu Tian saw this and started up the formation, he was prepared to defend his home with all his might. Before long a streak of light arrived from the distance. It was a young man on a flying sword, from his spirit qi fluctuations Wu Tian judged him to be at the seventh level of qi gathering. He slowed down and focused on where the signs were concentrated, above Wu Tian's home.
He stared in wonder and the signs and wondered what they might be, they clearly had a congratulatory intent. Could there really be a treasure or a spiritual plant as the people were saying. Perhaps he could acquire it and take off, starting his journey of conquering the world.
Before he could even follow through on this thought, he saw several more people arrive. They all looked cautiously at each other and no one made a move. They all looked at the mansion surrounded but the defensive formation and didn't attack, observing the heavenly signs and their opponents.
More and more people arrived, each with formidable auras. After an hour or so a golden core aura arrived. It was a middle aged man with a white beard riding a massive gourd. He ignored everyone and focused on the formation and heavenly sign.
He was a bit more knowledgeable and whispered to himself, "birth of a powerful being." However he also didn't interrupt and waited patiently, some of the weaker cultivators on seeing him arrive slinked off and made themselves scarce.
After another hour, the heavenly signs faded away. As they did, a baby's cry rent the heavens like a phoenix chirp. The cries reverberated throughout the distance the heavenly signs reached not exceeding it as if suppressed to that distance.
meanwhile around the mansion the number of cultivators had increased dramatically, all drawn in by the magnificent heavenly signs. They had tracked them to this mansion and they all marveled at the owner of such talent. There were three golden core cultivators present, Duanmu Lin, the middle aged man on the gourd and a thin scrawny man. They all looked at the formation and assessed it, they determined it was almost as strong as the ones on their own bases.
The middle aged man looked at Duanmu Lin strangely and asked, "hey, Duanmu, since when did you allow people to sleep in your backyard." Duanmu Lin looked at him and snorted. "Mind your own business old man Zhao." Being called an old man the middle aged man was furious. He was clearly a 300 year old man at the prime of his life; a golden core cultivator could live for 500 years
The scrawny withered man ignored them and focused on the formation. He envied the parents of the heavenly talent; such a sign indicated that the child would be a potential nascent soul or even have a chance to ascend.
He however wondered why the strong cultivators in the mansion had not come out to welcome them or at least acknowledge them, having so many cultivators outside their mansion. could it be that there they were afraid of the cultivators outside?
He then looked at the kid manning the formation; he didn't seem to have any cultivation, for anyone to hide their cultivation from him they needed to be at least higher in cultivation or possess a cultivation concealment artifact or technique . And he didn't believe that the little kid had a higher cultivation than him.
He had obtained a technique that could transplant spiritual roots or potential, and it only worked on top grade spiritual roots and above.
If he obtained the born infant perhaps he could transplant them, even if he failed he could use some puppet techniques to refine the infant. Anyway, his white gate cult didn't lack puppetry and brainwashing techniques.
He sent a spiritual transmission to the Zhao clan golden core cultivator, "Help me stop Duanmu for a while, I'll snatch the immortal seed. I'll allow you to visit our white gate shrine."
The Zhao clan cultivator's eyes brightened. He didn't really mean harm to the family below, but he wouldn't mind profiting off from them if he could.
The scrawny cultivator waved his hand and sword appeared which he swung at the formation. Everyone was startled, but no one was surprised.
The cultivation world had always been dangerous and hostile. Wu Tian mobilized the formation and blocked the attack. The enemy swung his sword and streaks of light converged rose and converged then impacted violently against the formation.
The onlookers watched keenly.
Someone couldn't help but comment "Isn't that Xu Que, the sect master of the white gate cult? I heard that he recently destroyed a minor sect because they found a child with high grade spirit roots. I'm afraid if the immortal infant lands in his hands it won't get a good end."
Duanmu Lin finally reacted and moved to block Xu Que; however Zhao Wei Shan moved to block him. Duanmu Lin felt furious and he cursed angrily as he watched Xu Que bombard the formation. He felt his heart settle as he saw the formation hold.
During the last year or so he had made several beneficial arrangements with Lin Qing and if anything happened to them then his benefits were bound to be impacted. Besides, he had quite grown fond of his new neighbors since they appeared a content lot.
Meanwhile tens of thousands of kilometers away, a man was making his way towards the place the phenomena had be at a terrifyingly fast pace. At certain times he would teleport and appear hundreds of kilometers away.
He was approaching this way when suddenly he felt something strange with the world. Out of nowhere a purple thunderbolt appeared out of nowhere from the sky, aiming right for his head. The old man teleported away, only for the lightning to follow him, materializing and striking him accurately right on his bald spot.
The old man cursed and looked around cautiously, he moved to fly again towards the phenomena only to feel a strange undulation in the air. "Okay, okay." He muttered and started his journey back towards the direction he came from.