In a primeval forest, Ye Lin walked barefoot across the ground, clad in a blood-red robe with his hands clasped behind his back, three thousand strands of silver hair spilling freely over his shoulders. Step by step, he made his way through the ancient jungle.
Behind him, Luo Yao followed along, skipping and hopping, looking utterly delighted.
"Brother Ye Lin, where is this?"
"Yeah, yeah, where is this? It looks so desolate."
Luo Yao released Lin Yunlu, and the two little girls followed behind Ye Lin, chirping away like larks.
"This place..."
Ye Lin let out a sigh.
As he walked, the surrounding trees gradually withered. Yet wherever Ye Lin passed, those dead trees burst forth with vigorous life once more, as though everything had returned to how it was.
After walking for a while, Ye Lin looked up and saw a small village.
A village cut off from the rest of the world.
"I never thought that after all these years, this place would still remain."
"Even your descendants by blood are still here. More than a hundred thousand years, and the traces of this place still haven't been worn away?"
Looking at the little village, Ye Lin lifted his foot and walked forward.
Within the village, men clad in animal hides quickly gathered one after another, long spears in hand. They then emerged from the village and pointed their spears at Ye Lin, glaring at him viciously.
"Who are you people? There is a barrier set up by the Heavenly Dao here. Ordinary cultivators can't enter at all—so why can you?"
One of the burly men shouted, gripping his spear.
Ye Lin raised his head, somewhat surprised.
The Heavenly Dao again.
The Heavenly Dao of the Xuanhuang Great World was quite thoughtful. It had even preserved this place.