Turning Barbarians into Buddhas!

In the Primordial Wilderness, the years passed unnoticed; a jug of fine wine could yet dispel sorrow.

Songs rose high to call true names at the gates of Heaven; endless rivers longed to flow eastward.

Li Changshou had sat upon Square Inch Mountain, and another hundred and eighty years had hurried by.

He was growing more and more like one of those reclusive masters beyond the mortal world.

It was not as though he had no attachments. He often thought of Youqin, of the Du Xian Sect, and often worried about Longji and Jin Peng as well.

Comparatively speaking, Li Changshou was more at ease about Ao Yi.

After all, Ao Yi bore the hopes of the Dragon Clan's revival. From childhood, he had understood the Dragon Clan mission resting upon his shoulders. Even if his memories had not been altered, he would not lightly make any decision that might implicate the Dragon Clan.

Jin Peng, on the other hand...

Jin Peng was arrogant to the bone. Without Li Changshou there to suppress him, he might well do something outrageous.

He wondered how Youqin was doing.

Over these years, he had rarely traveled outside. When he occasionally heard news from the Heavenly Court, it was mostly centered around the Investiture of the Gods Scroll.

For a Heavenly Court War Goddess like Youqin Xuanya, her importance within the Heavenly Court had been "diluted." She appeared far less often than before, so fewer and fewer people mentioned her.

Li Changshou truly wanted to borrow Xu Bodhi's eyes to see Youqin's present circumstances.

In the Southern Continent, after the century-long "Shang turmoil" following King Zhou's death, the Zhou Kingdom had become relatively stable. The original Shang people had been forcibly relocated and scattered; by now, most had become Zhou subjects.

Li Changshou did