After living in the secluded valley for three days, Zhang Yu bade Tao Dingfu farewell and came out. Next, he intended to make a trip to the Outer Lodging. Before that, he planned to visit an old friend along the way.
With a turn of his thoughts, his figure vanished from the Earth Continent. When he appeared again, he was already atop a great suspended platform. This was the Outer Lodging, the territory guarded by Ying Zhuan.
Ying Zhuan was now responsible for clearing away the strange divine forces lurking within the gaps of the heavens and crossing over from other worlds into the Celestial Xia Void Domain. Since the Constant Dao had overturned, such things had been increasing by the day, indirectly proving what Zhang Yu had previously told Yun Chen.
In the foreseeable future, there would only be more of such things, never fewer. They would undoubtedly bring Celestial Xia even greater trouble.
This was the trouble brought by change, yet one could not obstruct change because of it—that would be choking on food and then refusing to eat. Origin Xia, for instance, had taken precisely this extreme path.
At this moment, inside the dwelling on the great platform, Ying Zhuan was drawing intricate talismans upon a long scroll. With every stroke he made, a layer of black-and-red mist drifted past.
Little Bean sat some distance in front of him, holding a jade booklet with a mournful expression, seemingly muttering something under his breath.
Behind the desk, many spirit dolls were whispering among themselves as they curiously watched what he was drawing. Some more were hopping about on the shelves behind him, but whenever Ying Zhuan casually cast them a glance, they immediately became obedient and well-behaved.
Sensing something, he set down his brush and walked out from