When to Announce Our Identities?

Meeting was hard, parting was hard as well.

After who knew how long, a Cloud Boat shot into the sky, tracing a graceful arc through the void.

Lin Heng and his group set off across the crossing, while Zhao Wanqing returned to the Inn; they needed to take another route.

Looking down at the vast expanse of the Eastern Continent, everywhere was a land covered in white.

One stretch of mountains and rivers nurtured one people.

Mountains and rivers lay below, a beauty was at his side.

Mountains, rivers, beauty, scenery... what kind of bizarre, light-and-shadow-twisted world was this?

Lin Heng stood at one end of the boat, following the direction of the cold wind's howl, also questioning the self in his heart.

Many matters had yet to have the dust settle, and many mysteries had yet to be unraveled.

What was the cyclical great tribulation of heaven and earth, and was it connected to the blank twenty thousand years of history in the Immortal Realm?

If the great tribulation had destroyed everything, then where did the rotation of life come from?

Why had Literary Path sages like Lin Ziqing gathered the Literary Path lineage together, and why did they have to wait until the great tribulation arrived to restart the Literary Path?

Where was the other end of the Black Wasteland restricted zone, and why had the Mountains and Rivers Map appeared in the forbidden land?

The Jade Origin Vine had awakened in response to tribulation, and Saint Ye had also said that heaven and earth were wailing. As the fated will of this world, what could make it feel oppressed?

Inside the imperial palace.

A new round of busyness began. The floating population inside and outside Dingyang had reached its peak; after all, when the year