Thirty Years Later (Please Subscribe, Please Vote Monthly)

Spring gave way to autumn.

Time always passed quickly in cultivation; in the blink of an eye, thirty years had gone by.

Central Province had remained peaceful these past years. As Dao Palace outposts were established one after another and the incense offerings of the True Lords and Prefects were restored, conflicts between the various factions were swiftly suppressed by the Dao Palace—at least on the surface.

Across the vast land, barren fields regained their vitality. Countless settlements flourished because of it, becoming new village towns and even cities.

Thirty years was also the deadline the Dao Palace had given the regional lords throughout Central Province. It was the time allotted for them to hand over the power in their hands, because only mortal forces would be permitted to participate in the future struggle for the divine artifact.

Dao Palace Zhengli, thirtieth year, May twentieth.

It was the hottest season in the south. At noon, the shade along the river outside Thousand Wood Temple was filled with nearby farmers resting from their labor. From their easy conversations and cheerful smiles, it was clear that their lives were fairly decent.

"Peace has indeed come to the world, but we haven't seen the immortals of Thousand Wood Temple flying through the skies for decades!"

An old man said wistfully as he puffed on his dry tobacco pipe.

As soon as he finished speaking, another old man on the nearby official road, dressed in a silk short shirt, laughed and scolded, "I think the heat's gotten to you. You want the immortals of Thousand Wood Temple to cast a spell and ripen the crops right away, don't you?"

"Don't you want that too?"

The old man did not deny it.

Before the Dao Palace was established, Cultivators from Thousand Wood Temple flew overhead