A meteor streaked through the void of the universe, blazing a bright line across the night sky before falling toward the southwest of Douluo Star.
As the meteor fell, a thunderous boom rang through the sky amid a dazzling blaze. In the blink of an eye, it traced a shining line down from the heavens and smashed a crater a hundred meters across into the ground. A faint glow lingered inside, along with waves of heat.
Yang Ming climbed out of the crater and shook the dust off himself. Looking around to get his bearings, he found that he had landed fifty kilometers outside Heaven Dou City—not too far away.
This was the former site of Sunset Forest. Once destroyed in Yang Ming's battle against Pope Bibi Dong and Bo Saixi, the Grand Consecration of Sea God Hall, it had now regained its vitality thanks to those who had replanted it.
Compared with the maple trees that had once covered Sunset Forest's hills and their fiery red leaves, Yang Ming preferred the newly planted ginkgo trees. Their leaves looked softer and more graceful. Beside the woodland paths, yellow leaves fluttered down like dancing butterflies, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers. They piled layer upon layer on the ground, forming an exquisite carpet that felt soft underfoot. The leaves filling the trees resembled golden fans crafted with uncanny skill, a masterpiece painted by an immortal's brush.
Yang Ming left Sunset Forest at ten times the speed of light, reaching Heaven Dou City in just a few breaths.
This capital, which had weathered so many storms, was now growing more prosperous by the day, far exceeding everyone's expectations. It was a golden autumn day, warm and fresh. Vehicles and crowds streamed along the broad, clean avenues. The capital's streets remained lush and