A generation of rivers and mountains gave birth to the figures of an era. The landscape was a painting, yet its people were even more dashing, soaring far above the dust of the mundane world.
Forget Xie Gou—even Law Enforcement Chang Ming could not understand why Chen Ping'an had been nervous. Earlier, only his disciple Guo Zhujiu had noticed it.
Back at that discussion in Spring Banner Studio on Inverted Mountain, when Chen Ping'an had first appeared as the New Yin Guan of the Sword Qi Great Wall, he had not been nervous in the slightest. From beginning to end, he had handled everything with ease.
However small a blessed land might be, it was still a complete world with the Great Dao cycling through it in proper order. The sun and moon rose and set, grasses and trees withered and flourished, flowers bloomed and fell, immortals and mortals changed places, light and darkness circulated—all of it unfolded beneath this stretch of heaven and earth.
What was more, Chen Ping'an regarded the Lotus Flower Blessed Land as he would his own home, Pearl Cave Heaven.
The old Abbot had buried countless threads and veins here. They had yet to rise clearly to the surface, waiting ahead for Luopo Mountain to explore and excavate. Whether the course ahead proved favorable or foul depended entirely on Luopo Mountain, entirely on Chen Ping'an.
According to the old Abbot's arrangements, every Banished Immortal in the history of Lotus Flower Blessed Land who had come here to spur on their Dao heart and play in the mortal world had needed to pay Daoist Temple a toll: their Dao heart.
The Dao hearts of Qi cultivators were gathered and merged into one. First came the culmination, then it scattered into ten thousand parts, each assigned to