Willows green in the third month, spring winds blowing askew; swallows sheared through the water, egrets spread their wings.
Little bridges over flowing streams, magnificent lantern lights, ancient houses piled together, bluestone paving the roads.
This journey through the mortal world was naturally something altogether different.
This rolling sea of worldly dust was bustling beyond measure.
Entering the city, gazing at the lantern lights before his eyes and the ancient caged lamps, Li Su could not help but lose himself for a moment. For an instant, it was as though he had stepped into the height of the Tang Dynasty, steeped from head to toe in the strange fragrance of mortal life.
Lively—truly lively.
That single door behind him was indeed like the divide between two lifetimes.
People flowed back and forth along the bluestone road.
Though he had already made his plans, Li Su's gaze was still caught by this thriving bustle. Unable to resist, he stopped where he stood.
He had been in the Mythical Realm for quite some time.
He had seen plenty of myths, but this smoke-and-fire mortal world had truly been absent for far too long.
Looking at the scene of this Ancient City, Li Su felt deeply stirred. His Great Dao resonated, letting out a long cry in answer.
The Dao rhythm within his body trembled. The Seven Saints Dao Fruit could not help opening their eyes; influenced by Li Su's state of mind, they too could not help gazing upon this rare sight of the mortal world.
Fengdu—what an utterly ironic name.
In his previous life, there had also been a Fengdu, filled with vicious ghosts and savage fiends. One passed through hall after hall, each more chilling than the last.
Yet here, where human hearts were a Ghost Domain, it resembled the