Moreover, plants and trees began to appear. After just a few breaths, the originally lifeless Black Soil had transformed into a thriving Primordial Wilderness.
Then the Daoist took a step and vanished from their sight in an instant.
More than half a day passed before the three finally recovered from their shock.
The king of the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Clan asked, "Fellow Daoist Duan, just who is that ancestor? How could he sleep for a hundred thousand years?"
The king of Penglai also asked, "Fellow Daoist Duan, what exactly is going on? What is your relationship with him?"
Duan Renxing suppressed the excitement on his face and said, "Fellow Daoists, there are some things it's better for you not to know. You've now received the ancestor's blessing, so becoming a Saint is no longer a dream. Even becoming a Great Sage is no longer a problem. I, Old Duan, am going back into secluded cultivation. If fate allows, we'll meet again in a thousand years."
Then Duan Renxing transformed into a streak of light and flew away.
At the same time, the Daoist who had revived from the soil had already appeared atop Mount Tai Summit.
Standing on Jade Emperor Peak and looking up at the boundless starry sky, the Daoist seemed able to see what was happening beyond the world.
No one knew how long he looked. In the end, he let out a faint sigh.
"As expected, breaking through to the Immortal Emperor Realm is useless even after returning to the Primordial Land."
The Daoist was none other than Li Zhi, who had returned from Perfect World.
However, when he returned, some unknown accident had occurred, and he had been buried directly in the soil.
That feeling was almost exactly the same as what he had experienced