The Village Building Order, which had been dormant for many days, finally activated again.
It was as if a pair of invisible giant hands had scooped soil out of the earth, then molded it around the edge of the Central Earth Meridian into a city wall.
But it was no ordinary city wall. Zhang Yang continuously carved the Mountain Array Incantation into it. This was a restriction he had found in the Great Dao Scripture, one that consumed relatively little energy while producing decent results.
Nowadays, whenever he had the time, he would flip through the Great Dao Scripture. Even though it did not contain much recorded knowledge, every reading brought some unexpected delight.
That was why Zhang Yang felt he was practically becoming a fan of the Golden Core Path.
"The Great Dao is ever-changing, yet Heaven and Earth have an overarching principle. I refine my body with mountains and rivers, and let the sun and moon enter my soul!"
"The nine viscera and twelve meridians—true spirit shall never dim. Swallowing and exhaling the qi of longevity, I roam free for tens of thousands of years."
Singing such verses at the top of his voice, Zhang Yang felt as though he were brimming with immortal air. But these verses truly were not for showing off. They were the overarching principles of the Great Dao Scripture, and could genuinely be cultivated—by those with the necessary affinity, of course.
For example, at that moment, none of the more than seventy people in Zhangjia Village understood Zhang Yang's painstaking intentions. The Azure Dragon, however, suddenly widened its eyes, its gaze blazing with fanaticism once more.
Zhang Yang was currently struggling with a choice. Should he continue along his previous path and cultivate the way of the sword, or should he take the