Fang Shu put away the dragon qi, then gathered up Huangliang True Immortal's remains.
He circled the underground lake again and again, afraid he might have overlooked something, until he was certain there were no treasures here apart from the dragon qi and the remains.
Only then did he leave the underground lake.
Just as he was about to escape the depths, Fang Shu looked back at the place. After a moment's thought, he suddenly swept his sleeves, sending streams of Sword Qi shooting through the earth and making everything within ten thousand zhang tremble faintly.
The egg-shaped rock strata inside and outside the lake collapsed at once, and Fang Shu erased every rune and inscription upon them.
He thought to himself, This is no ordinary opportunity. It concerns the ancient Daoists, something immortals deeply taboo, and it even trapped and killed Huangliang True Immortal here.
Better to erase it completely, just to be safe, rather than leave roots behind that might grow into more trouble.
Once he had dealt with everything, he shot out of the earth and returned to the Old Mountain Lord's mountain.
Looking at the deep pit before him, Fang Shu felt wistful and swept his sleeves again.
Driven by his magical power, the surrounding rocks and soil were forced toward the enormous pit.
Amid rumbling crashes, the ground was filled in within moments.
Fang Shu surveyed his surroundings and murmured, "With neither resentful energy nor the Daoists' sinister aura at work, life should return here in a few years at most, or two seasons at least."
With a rushing sound, peach blossom mistcloud rose beneath his feet, slowly lifting him into the air.
Standing in midair, Fang Shu studied the Old Mountain Lord's former home. He discovered that the contours of the mountains here were