Spring had arrived, and all things were stirring back to life.
The accumulated snow in Fusang City melted away. Tender shoots pushed out from the cracks between walls and tiles, then blossomed into bewitchingly vibrant flowers.
In the span of a dazed moment, this city bordering the battlefield, previously shattered half to pieces by the aftershock, suddenly became a city of flowers! Blossoms bloomed across the earth and atop the houses, spreading outward in layer upon layer like ocean waves until they reached beyond the city walls. Their fragrance was incomparably rich.
The sight was both magnificent and terrifying enough to make one's hair stand on end.
"Who is that?!"
Someone cried out softly, their gaze focusing on the center of this wellspring of life.
Li You looked over. Lu Shiyu looked over. The ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners within and outside the city looked over.
Whether Taixu or Demi-Saints, every one of them felt their hearts tighten, feeling as though what they beheld was a humanoid monster.
He clearly looked like nothing more than an old man in a yellowed undershirt, gripping a black scythe, his aura entirely ordinary, like a common man.
Yet after that single glance, he gave off the impression that he stood far above Ancestor Hua, more in tune with the return-to-simplicity that had followed Ba Zunan's return to zero.
"An-Ancestor God?"
Who besides an Ancestor God could inspire such overwhelming shock?
But which Ancestor God could such an unremarkable old man possibly correspond to?
"Flowers..."
The flowers filling Fusang City were merely the most superficial manifestation.
From beneath the ruined walls and broken debris left by the war, clusters of black ants, snakes, and rats soon crawled out.
The rich floral fragrance also drew little bees and butterflies flying in from nowhere.
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