A Dao Intent Sacred Lotus seed entered his stomach, and Yang Zhengshan sank into the Great Void Dao Intent.
Comprehending Dao Intent carried a strange, wondrous magic. As long as one could immerse oneself in it, one would forget all things beyond the self, time included.
In the blink of an eye, ten years passed, and Yang Zhengshan was still immersed in his comprehension, unable to extricate himself.
The Spirit Source Land had also undergone many changes over these ten years.
The Jade Capital City of this moment, when viewed from the sky, was like a piece of jasper steeped in graceful spiritual air.
The northern foothill mountains were dark as painted brows, their green ridges reaching straight to the city walls. At the foot of the mountains, houses rose and fell with the terrain, like a gray-brown ribbon wrapped around the green slopes.
The Spirit River that ran through the city cleaved open its heart, its water clear and blue-green as colored glass. Stone bridges lay across the surface of the river, their bridge openings like rings that bound the current into a string of Yuzhu. On both banks, vermilion towers rose layer upon layer, flying eaves and upturned corners unevenly intersecting. Blue-tiled roofs glowed softly beneath the sunlight, the lanes between the towers webbed together and cut into fine speckles of light by the shade of Spirit Trees.
Inside the city, Spirit Trees had grown into groves. The pink mist of the Jade Spirit Peach trees drifted over streets and alleys, the broad leaves of Light Spirit Fruit trees cast deep shade onto white walls, and the white fruits of Wind Spirit Fruit trees filled the branches, their fragrance seeming able to pierce through the clouds. Along the main roads, the tree shade connected into green corridors. Beneath