At the bottom of the crystal-clear lake, a magnificent city reappeared in the world.
Three thousand years had passed like a white horse flashing past a narrow gap, carrying away every living thing within the city. Only the city itself remained, still standing in an unknown place.
"An ancient city that vanished three thousand years ago!"
Pang Jian's mind jolted. He stared in shock at the city beneath the lake, unable to believe it had once suddenly disappeared.
It stood quietly at the bottom of the lake, seemingly untouched by the passage of time. Its streets were neat and new, its smooth walls spotless.
It had come from the Second Realm above, and once stood in the depths of the heavens. Why had it suddenly reappeared in Wulan Lake after three thousand years?
"Ghost Mist!"
Pang Jian's horrified gaze shifted from the astonishing sight that had appeared beneath the lake to the thick, motionless gray fog.
Had the "Ghost Mist" spreading from the Boundary Wall revealed an ancient city lost to the river of time, projecting it onto the bottom of Wulan Lake?
"Don't anyone make a move!"
The Heavenly Spirit Pagoda hovered unsteadily in the air as Luo Hongyan cried out in alarm.
Pang Jian glanced back and saw that the White Tower had floated above their heads. He was secretly surprised.
He hadn't expected her to actually be capable of using everyone's Spirit Stones, despite their varying qualities, to get the White Tower running again.
"Whoosh!"
Under Pang Jian and Zhou Qingchen's watchful eyes, the swaying White Tower slowly floated upward.
Luo Hongyan's graceful figure appeared in a window on the White Tower's fifth floor. She looked down at Wulan Lake from above, deep in thought, bright flecks of light shimmering in her eyes.
Pang Jian watched her