The Divine Dao

At the foot of Qingshan stood an ordinary little mountain village.

Before the morning mist had even lifted, farmers carrying their tools had already set out on the road.

Beside them were many little ghosts, each no taller than their waists.

"Boy, pick up some more firewood!"

"Remember to find a few nests of Bird Eggs for Blackie..."

"Xiao San has been growing again lately. These boys are at that age where they eat their fathers out of house and home..."

Voices drifted over in twos and threes. In the little village, cooking smoke curled into the air, and women in wooden hairpins and cloth skirts carried wooden basins as they began another day's work.

The morning sun rose in the east, faintly tinged with purple qi. Green Purple Stars and emerald stars faced one another overhead, their radiance seemingly canceling each other out.

All of this formed a scene of rural life more ordinary than any other.

There were ordinary people in the Spirit Realm, too, and they were its true foundation.

Though they had no idea what terrifying things hung high above their heads, they understood one simple truth: they had to keep working from sunrise until sunset. Otherwise, their whole family would go hungry.

Still, there were naturally differences between the Spirit Realm and the Lower Realm.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was rich, and there were many demon beasts and ferocious beasts. So even a little mountain village like this had a Land God to whom the villagers made offerings, seeking protection.

Fang Yuan thought it was at least somewhat useful.

The village's Land God Temple was only the size of a wooden box, like a child's toy, but plenty of incense burned before it.

He looked with his Fiery Golden Eyes and immediately