For Mu Qingluan, the recent days had felt like a dream.
Of course.
It was a sweet dream, not a nightmare.
The reason she called it a sweet dream.
Was mainly because Starfall Pavilion's recent growth had been far too rapid.
From her current perspective.
Starfall Pavilion had gone through three eras.
And she had experienced two of them.
The first era was when Starfall Pavilion had just been founded. It was the era when Venerable Yao was renowned throughout the land, when Wind Venerable and many Dou Zongs, Dou Huangs, Dou Wangs, along with the neighboring great empires, had built their foundation from nothing. It was also an era she had never experienced. After all, she had not even been born then. Her understanding of that glorious period was limited to what had been written down, at most supplemented by a few words from her teacher, Wind Venerable. However, whenever Wind Venerable mentioned those matters, he would grow sentimental over the past. Any explanation mixed with personal emotions amounted to only a few sparse words. To put it more bluntly, it was forcing sorrow into new verses, then saying what lovely autumn weather it was. The things that truly hurt could not be spoken aloud. Even when explaining them, there was less truth in them.
Of course.
That did not affect her admiration for Venerable Yao.
Nor did it affect her decision to join Starfall Pavilion.
Although the holy land in the hearts of alchemists everywhere was Danta.
It was hard to say how strong Starfall Pavilion truly was.
A Pavilion Master who was a Nine Revolutions Dou Zun was certainly one of a kind.
Because Nine Revolutions was different from Nine Stars.
From Dou Zun to Dou Sheng.
In other words, in the Myriad Heavens, it was the