Mountains, rivers, great marshes, endless spacetime.
Lin Baichuan measured the land with his footsteps, wandering through Lihen Heaven and experiencing its unique landscapes, civilizations, and customs.
For a time, it carried a flavor all its own.
Time slipped away like this.
In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.
That day, Lin Baichuan was wandering through a world subordinate to Lihen Heaven, experiencing the warmth and chill of human relationships amid the mortal world, seeing through the harshness and fickleness of the world.
Suddenly, a voice rang out beside his ear.
"Baichuan, come to Lihen Palace at once..."
It was Tongtian Daoist's voice.
Lin Baichuan's eyes narrowed. He set down the wine bowl in his hand, a smile curling at his lips. "It has finally come..."
As his words fell, he vanished like a dream bubble or phantom.
Yet the tavern remained as bustling as ever.
Not a single person noticed Lin Baichuan's disappearance.
It was as though, from beginning to end, they had never seen Lin Baichuan at all.
Lihen Palace.
Clouds and mist swirled around it. A streak of flowing light suddenly tore through spacetime and appeared upon the square outside the palace.
The newcomer was none other than Lin Baichuan.
Then he stepped forward, and his figure flashed again as he entered Lihen Palace.
Someone was already waiting within the palace.
Apart from Tongtian Daoist, seated upon a cloud couch, there were three others.
Two men and one woman.
Each of them possessed an immensely powerful aura. They should all have been peak Divine Lords, and among peak Divine Lords, they were among the strongest.
Lin Baichuan could sense their restrained auras.
Still, he instinctively used the Insight Eye to examine the three of them in detail.
His gaze swept across them one by one.