Calamity of the Prefecture City

"W-What... the Dragon Palace Water Mansion can move?"

Ling Yunzi gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with bewilderment.

They already knew roughly what the Dragon Palace Water Mansion was. After all, Qingcheng Sect had an ancient inheritance, and its classics contained relevant records.

This thing was called a Secret Realm.

Unlike a Blessed Grotto-Heaven, it was a mysterious existence between reality and illusion, accessible only through dreams.

In some Strange Tales, mortals often wandered by mistake into immortal abodes.

That was the sort of thing they described.

But no one had ever imagined that it could move as well.

At the same time, the battle on the river had already subsided. Severed limbs, shattered planks, and burning lanterns rose and fell with the water.

Apart from Zhao Jie, who had escaped, everyone sent by the Shu King Residence had been slain, while thirty percent of the Qingcheng disciples had been wounded or killed.

Cheng JianXin was also gazing into the distance, silent.

"Martial Grandfather..."

Seeing the old man's haggard back, Ming Shanzi was filled with worry. Yet although he opened his mouth, he could not bring himself to speak.

Cheng JianXin had failed to ascend to godhood and suffered severe backlash. Not only had his cultivation declined and one eye gone blind, but he had rapidly grown old in a short span of time.

He had told no one. He had left the Cheng family and wandered alone through the streets and markets of Shu, often sleeping drunk on the roadside.

No one knew that he was the Sword Immortal Cheng who had shaken the world.

He lived unrestrained and carefree, unnoticed by anyone, and could be considered quite at ease.

It was only after he encountered Chang Gousheng, whose aptitude was astonishing, that he began to plan. He