The mountains and rivers stretched ahead, and the Light Gate gradually disappeared.
The gloomy Outer Realm Battlefield appeared before Bu Cangzhou, like an ink-wash landscape painting... A great river roared in the distance. Who knew how far they had already traveled from the site of Chiwang Tomb?
The mutated young Zhao Huai'an silently stood behind Bu Cangzhou.
"With the world vast and open, one's outlook suddenly broadens." Bu Cangzhou slowly exhaled and turned around. "There are great mountains and rivers here. From now on, you will be called Shanhe."
"All right."
"Head east." Bu Cangzhou pointed east. "I vaguely sense that God... is in that direction."
Daoist Child did not stay long. After finishing his drink, he asked for several bottles to take away, then bid them farewell and left, departing from Chiwang Tomb before boarding the spirit boat of the Middle-aged Daoist, Yellow Dragon Great Emperor.
This spirit boat was also one of the Alliance's renowned warships. It was a thousand zhang long and truly magnificent.
Yet in front of Chiwang Tomb, it inevitably seemed somewhat small.
A temporary military exercise was underway. Hundreds of the Alliance's Magic Treasure Warships were sporadically bombarding the distant mountaintops. Their firepower was quite impressive.
"Mm... Senior Uncle Master suddenly pulling something like this, I wonder whether the committee will reimburse the military expenses this time. Sigh..."
Yellow Dragon Great Emperor glanced at the warships that had suddenly begun putting their backs into the exercise. The corner of his brow twitched. He had dragged all these fellows here at the last minute. If they all asked him for reimbursement...
The Daoist Child arrived riding Old Niu.
"Ah Huang!" After dismounting, the Daoist Child waved toward the Middle-aged Daoist.
"...Ah Huang?"
The Daoist Child answered without hesitation, "Guangcheng is called Ah Cheng.