Small Mountain Village.
In the Small Courtyard, mysterious patterns already covered the edges of the blank sheet of rice paper. Only the center remained empty. Li Fan lowered his brush and made a stroke.
The scene he painted with that stroke closely resembled the inscriptions on the two ancient bronze lamps.
"Master, what are you planning to paint?"
Beside him, Gongya asked curiously.
She had seen her master paint landscapes and sunsets... but she had never seen him paint anything so strange.
It looked... a little like one of those calendars ordinary people used!
At this, Li Fan replied calmly:
"I would rather not do this, but now... there is no other way."
He wasn't actually interested in the calendar left behind by the Shamanic Dance.
After all, it looked strange and peculiar—clearly not normal.
But the prophecies left behind by the Shamanic Dance concerned the lives and deaths of many people in the village.
He had to figure them out...
And among all the clues left by the Shamanic Dance, the only ones that seemed to have any value were those torn-off calendar pages.
He would recreate them!
With that, he lowered his brush once more!
At that moment.
In the vast Nine Continents of the Forbidden World.
In Gengyuan Continent, a terrifying Heavenly Waterfall suddenly descended upon Gold Emperor Mountain, directly enveloping Su Baiqian, Dugu Yuqing, and the others.
The Heavenly Waterfall drawn by that stroke was like an entire spacetime, concealing endless mysteries.
The stroke covered Gold Emperor Mountain. In an instant, it seemed to transform into an ancient, boundless immortal land. Immortal spirits began to form, immortal qi scattered in every direction, and immortal herbs sprang up across the earth...
Where Su Baiqian and the others stood, it was as if they had entered an