Ding Xin's teeth had been aching throughout, and now she gently shook her head. "You're finished. After what you did today, you'll truly be first on her little blacklist! If you want to live, you'd better hurry into Dishuiguan. Seeing that you were beaten even worse than she was, she might calm down a little. Then you may still have half a chance of surviving..."
Ding Xin lightly raised her hand. Flowing light spread before them, opening a great formation. Lin Su stepped inside, and the scene before him changed drastically.
A cliff, half of it ruined.
A tree, half of it withered.
A Daoist temple, immensely ancient.
A stone tablet, bearing three ancient characters: Dishuiguan.
The Stone Tablet was damp. Beads of water slowly seeped down its ancient surface, while below it, a dewdrop gradually condensed, as though a world were quietly being born within that dewdrop...
Lin Su stared at the Daoist temple for a long while without moving. Then he slowly extended a finger beneath the dewdrop.
Drip...
The dewdrop fell onto his fingertip...
Like a key entering a lock, a strange door opened before Lin Su.
Before him there was no longer a cliff, no longer a lonely Daoist temple, but clear waters and bright skies, a flourishing land stretching as far as the eye could see.
There was a lake a hundred li wide. A gentle breeze swept in, and emerald waters shimmered.
There was a mountain ten thousand ren high, its slopes covered in red flowers and green leaves.
There were countless layers of Daoist temples, towering in grandeur.
There were countless floating clouds, presenting a myriad of spectacles.
A Daoist stood before him. His face was utterly ordinary, the kind with no distinguishing features whatsoever...
The man said calmly, "There are two ways