India.
Daybreak Peak.
The forests far and near howled in the wind. The entire mountain basked in gentle golden sunlight, as though it were breathing.
The mountain wind blew through the empty woods, rustling as if someone were there.
There was no one in the forest, yet beside the deep pool outside it sat an old man in a straw rain cape, dozing as he fished.
The float bobbed constantly on the water's surface, clearly showing that fish were taking the bait, yet it still failed to wake the old man from his nap.
No one knew how long this harmonious scene had lasted, nor how much longer it would continue.
Suddenly, the water trembled lightly, as though the earth supporting it were shaking, causing faint vibrations across the surface as fine ripples gradually spread.
In the air above Myriad Year Tear Spring, space abruptly twisted and fluctuated, revealing circles of spatial ripples.
"Yawn—"
The dozing old man happened to awaken then. He yawned, stretched, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked toward the ripples expanding through the air like waves on water. Behind them, as though seen through frosted glass, a burly figure gradually emerged. The old man sighed.
"The Sacred Dynasty truly deserves its name. It hides the treasures of the entire world, as well as the greatest treasures of martial arts. Young Friend Jiang, how long have you even been in the Sacred Dynasty? You've already comprehended Tianya. This old man is ashamed."
"Hehehe, Senior Xiao, if you had gone to the Sacred Dynasty earlier, I fear you would have already comprehended even Venerable Bodhidharma's Five Great Divine Powers by now."
A crack suddenly split open at the center of the spatial ripples. Jiang Dali's burly figure stepped out, and with a flap of the golden wings behind