After memorizing all the Honorific Titles in the jade slip, Pei Ling put it away. Just then, a brilliant halo appeared silently before them, like colored glass, snow and ice, or a mirage...
Pei Ling gave a slight nod. They had finally reached the Fusheng Realm!
He immediately rose and stepped out of the Blood Sedan.
All around him, the other Mahayana cultivators also stepped out of their flying treasures, put away their towering pavilions, and stood quietly behind him.
Without another word, Pei Ling took a step forward and entered the Fusheng Realm.
The other cultivators, foreign races, and Demon Race members... followed at once!
The instant everyone who had come to the game entered the Fusheng Realm, every living being in the Panyai Realm felt a slight daze. In the blink of an eye, they seemed to have forgotten something, or perhaps overlooked something.
Countless traces were swept away by the passage of time!
...The Fusheng Realm.
The moment they stepped inside, the scenery around them changed completely.
In a run-down farmhouse courtyard, kept neat and tidy, a sallow-faced woman in her twenties sat beneath the eaves, gathering her skirts around her. A bamboo basket rested on her knees as she bent her head over a man's outer robe that was still eight-tenths new, mending it.
Chickens and ducks wandered freely over the muddy ground, filling the air with their noisy clucking and quacking.
The woman had her hair pinned up with a wooden hairpin. Beside her stood a cradle, almost completely hidden behind her. A patchwork quilt covered it, and the shape of an infant could just barely be made out beneath.
As she sewed, she hummed a broken country tune, apparently trying to soothe the child.
After rocking the child for a while, the woman raised