The legends of the ancient village matched Wang Xuan's words almost perfectly.
Xiao Chen no longer harbored the slightest doubt.
Though he was curious how Wang Xuan, an outsider, knew the secrets of Ancestral Dragon Village and the Yellow Mud Platform, Ruoshui's plight left him in no mood to investigate further.
"I'll go look right now!"
Before his words had even faded, he had already rushed out the door and begun searching the entire village.
Over the following days, Xiao Chen nearly turned Ancestral Dragon Village upside down.
He searched everywhere: in front of and behind the village, along the riverbanks and at the bottoms of wells, in old houses and ancestral halls, even every rocky shoal by the Yellow River.
He also consulted several village elders, but learned only scattered and vague fragments of old tales.
The Yellow Mud Platform seemed to have vanished from the Mortal World.
Wang Xuan, meanwhile, became completely idle.
Sometimes he sat quietly by the Yellow River, watching the great river formed by the Progenitor Dragon that had fallen in Nine Provinces. Sometimes he played with Keke and watched him splash after fish in the river, entirely unhurried.
He knew that divine objects concealed themselves. Before the destined moment arrived, a forced search was useless.
What he awaited was an opportunity.
On this day, that opportunity arrived.
As the aftershocks of Nine Lamps Suppress the World and Four Directions Return to Truth finally settled, the Human Realm and the former lands of Nine Provinces completely merged into one, with no boundary between them remaining.
The laws of heaven and earth returned to unity, spiritual energy flowed through the ages, and this world, shattered for endless years, trembled heavily for the first time in its complete form.
It happened that very night.
An abrupt change