Behind him were the still-living warlords from all sides who had once fought him for the world, now long since freed completely from Schicksal's erosion and with their ambitions already extinguished.
Gradually, a thin mist rose around them.
The mountain fog greatly obstructed everyone's line of sight.
In the crowd, Guan Yu's red phoenix eyes widened slightly, Zhou Yu's brows furrowed, the hand Zhuge Liang used to wave his feather fan paused, and Liu Bei exchanged a glance with Zhao Yun.
"This is...?" Sun Quan looked to the left.
From within the mountain mist, a young deer suddenly darted out.
The deer was nimble and quick, its eyes lively. It tilted its head and looked curiously at the crowd on the mountain path, showing not the slightest fear.
All at once, the little deer spotted Fu Hua at the very front.
Its four hooves flew, and with a few bounding leaps, it ran to Fu Hua's side, affectionately rubbing its head against the palm Fu Hua had naturally extended.
Fu Hua lowered her eyes to look at the young deer, and the hand stroking its fluffy head paused slightly.
Around the deer's neck, she saw a golden bell.
On the bell was engraved the mark of Mount Taixuan.
"It's you..."
Turning her head, Fu Hua looked ahead.
The fog dispersed.
On the distant Mount Taixuan, faint silhouettes like mirages appeared.
"W-what is that...!"
"An immortal's blessed grotto!?"
A stir ran through the crowd behind her.
Yuan Shao strode forward and asked Fu Hua respectfully, "Immortal, may I ask what those are...?"
He stared in startled uncertainty at the layered towers and jade halls atop the mountain.
Fu Hua smiled, her brows and eyes curving, her gaze filled with nostalgia.
"That is... my home."
The Mount Taixuan of two worlds had