He put the square stele into the Mustard Seed Space.
Qin He's consciousness sank in as well. Zhu Ganglie and Old Ape were asleep.
There was still one more he could ask: Star Tide Old Demon.
After Zhu Ganglie had seized its Soul Nurturing Jade like a magpie taking over a nest, Star Tide Old Demon had been trapped inside the Purple Gold Gourd with nothing to do.
It neither dared disturb Zhu Ganglie nor make the slightest noise.
Beyond its terror, it was bored out of its mind.
A moment later, Qin He's consciousness took human form and descended into the Mustard Seed Space, heading straight for the Little Cemetery.
After not seeing it for so long, the Little Cemetery had grown by a full circle, though not by much.
The cemetery rose and fell with the terrain. Though it could not be called especially neat, it was arranged in pleasing disorder.
Bluestone served as graves, white jade as steles, with faint seven-colored radiance lingering over them.
All around the cemetery and between the tombstones grew countless unknown wildflowers. Mountain blossoms carpeted the ground, while orioles and butterflies danced through the air.
By rights, graveyards should have been dark, unlucky places, yet there was not the slightest trace of sinister yin energy or deathly aura here. Instead, it blended into the surrounding beauty, brimming with life.
Whenever Qin He came to the Little Cemetery, he could feel a sense of peace from the depths of his heart.
Whenever his state of mind fluctuated, Qin He would come here in spirit—to this cemetery he had personally built, beginning with a single little burial mound.
He would stroll around, take a look, or bury an urn of ashes.
Lost pearls in the vast sea, gathered one by one.
Then everything seemed