In the six hundredth year, Beijia broke through to the seventh rank and regained his youth.
And he, too, reached the end of Li Qi's trail.
This was where all legends converged.
He had followed in Li Qi's footsteps for a full six hundred years, witnessing every trace left behind by that great being.
Li Qi's current power could affect countless things. He might simply eat a meal, take a photograph, flash a peace sign—and from then on, that place would undergo strange changes and produce all manner of spiritual objects.
Though such spiritual objects were worth nothing to someone at Li Qi's level, to those of the eighth or ninth rank, they already counted as Divine Miracles.
Not to mention the true dragon Changqiao beside him.
True dragons were spectacular in their bearing. Back in the Western Sea, the Jade Dragon Third Prince would piss while crossing water, and fish in that water could become Demon Dragons after eating it; he would piss while crossing mountains, and the blades of grass upon those mountains would turn into Lingzhi mushrooms, granting longevity to whoever ate them.
Though Changqiao could not compare to him, it was commonplace for the Dragon Qi around her to catalyze some dragon beast or another.
Coupled with Li Qi's occasional whims, which often gave rise to all sorts of immortal legends—immortal footprints, drawing a line on the ground to make a prison, foxes and alligator-serpents, slaying demons and eradicating evil, dispelling calamities and purging poisons—many strange tales and bizarre accounts were traces the pair had left along the way.
Many places astonished Beijia. In some lands where not a blade of grass grew, the Human Race still lived.
Following those traces, Beijia eventually arrived where Li Qi had vanished. This was also where Li Qi had