Tiangu Realm, an ancient plane.
In this distant world, time seemed to have frozen.
Ancient city walls twisted and wound into the horizon, as though recounting the vicissitudes of the ages.
The dusty streets were steeped in the scent of history. Moss grew between the cracks of the stone-paved roads, bearing witness to the footprints of countless people.
The distant mountain ranges were majestic and magnificent, wreathed in mist, imparting a sense of mystery and solemnity. Clear streams babbled through the mountains, converging into rivers that passed through fields and villages, nourishing the living beings of this land.
Ancient temples stood upon the mountaintops. Though utterly dilapidated, they still could not conceal the marks left by time.
This distant world resembled a splendid painting, displaying time's accumulation and life's resilience. It was filled with the unknown and miracles.
Atop a majestic mountain peak!
"Pavilion Master, Divine King Dugu has already found the Young Pavilion Master. He has likely told him what happened."
If Qin Jishi had been here at this moment, he would certainly have recognized them.
The one reporting was Qingfeng!
Before him stood an elderly man.
The old man stood at the cliff's edge with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed upon the distance.
The old man's clothes were ragged, giving him a slovenly air, as though he had not properly tended to himself for a very long time.
However!
His eyes were particularly striking. They held a deep and mysterious gaze, as though they could pierce through one's soul.
Within his eyes lay the sediment of time and the glimmer of wisdom, making people unable to resist the urge to explore the world within his heart.
The slovenly old man simply stood there quietly, as though pondering something, yet also as though observing everything around