Flowing Wind World.
The forest had been dyed green, and between heaven and earth stretched an expanse of emerald.
Yesterday, it had still been autumn, with red maple leaves filling the woods. Today, it was spring.
Ning Tao stood on a mountain path, her eyes filled with remembrance. "This used to be a lone peak, with quite a few caves. When I was young, I hid here for a year."
Canary timely added, her eyes shining. "This young lady remembers there being a kind of little red fruit that was especially delicious. What a pity I never got to eat it again."
At the thought of the cave, Qi Yuan tightened his grip on Canary's and Ning Tao's little hands.
Within the Ten Thousand Demons Gate, he had inscribed his Origin Divine Power and undergone the reincarnation of a great demon.
The Demoness, who should have schemed and plotted against him, had been replaced by the suddenly barging-in Canary.
Canary had foolishly followed him all along, playing the role of an alternative Demoness. She had even once brought him to live in seclusion in a cave.
"Do you want to turn back time and find that fruit again?" Qi Yuan asked.
Ning Tao's Divine Domain was related to time and space.
She could not reverse time, nor could she bring the dead back to life.
But rewinding time to recreate a former tree and have it bear a similar fruit was something she could accomplish.
"No. It may only have tasted good in my memories. If I ate it again, it might turn out to be quite ordinary." Ning Tao was very open-minded about it.
Her gaze fell upon the summit.
A Buddha Pagoda stood there, solemn and majestic, bronze bells hanging from its ancient upturned eaves.
When the bell