When Wang Ping reached the entrance of the small courtyard, the glaring light within his sight stood in stark contrast to the darkness created by the murky dust all around. The furnishings in the courtyard remained as they had been before: an Eight Immortals Table, and a water vat along with some commonly used farm tools in the thatched shed in the corner.
True Lord Yuanwu, dressed in short-sleeved hemp clothing, was sitting beside the Eight Immortals Table drinking tea. When he saw Wang Ping appear, he beckoned. "Come in and let's talk."
Wang Ping immediately cupped his fists in salute, while Yulian shrank back into his sleeve.
Upon entering the small courtyard, Wang Ping raised an eyebrow. He sensed that the courtyard was not merely visually different from everything around it—even its environment had remained unchanged, including the temperature, airflow, and oxygen content.
As soon as Wang Ping entered the courtyard, True Lord Yuanwu spoke first. "The affairs in Central Province have been settled. Your final duty in the Dao Palace is to disperse the contamination across the Central Continent."
Wang Ping accepted the order.
True Lord Yuanwu continued, "We will also be leaving for some time. The Dragon Lord's fury is no trifling matter. His Human Consciousness relies entirely on those children of his to sustain it. What happened to Ao Bing has caused problems with his humanity, yet this world cannot be without the Dragon Lord..."
At this point, he looked at Wang Ping and added, as if in explanation, with a trace of disgust in his voice, "This world appears to be full of order, but you have already seen it with your own eyes. This so-called order is merely a castle in the air. This world needs rules capable of restraining everyone. Many years ago,