A Single Hand Suppresses Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin

Purple Heaven Capital.

This was one of the ten great ancient cities in the Central Territory of the Eastern Wilderness. Its origins were incomparably ancient, and countless legends surrounded it.

The most mythic legend claimed that this ancient city had once been the Purple Gold Capital of the Immortal Realm before falling into the mortal world.

Qin Sheng felt that was most likely nonsense.

After all, the Immortal Emperor falling from the Immortal Domain was already the sole anomaly of all ages. Having an entire city fall down instead was simply too absurd.

Following Qin Sheng's instructions, Yao Xi had come to find Ye Fan first. They were currently outside a stone workshop in Purple Heaven Capital.

Qin Sheng soon arrived to join them. Looking at Ye Fan, the dignified Eastern Immortal wore a complicated expression as he said,

"Master Ye, when will you finally achieve enlightenment?"

Tang Sanzang had to undergo eighty-one tribulations. How many tribulations did Master Ye have to endure?

"I hate Beidou." Ye Fan sighed.

On the surface, he was already supposed to be a dead man, yet people still refused to let him go. It was truly excessive.

The local gangs had no manners at all!

"Big Brother!" Xiao Nannan called happily, running over on her short little legs.

Qin Sheng picked her up and pinched her nose.

"Have you been happy lately?"

"Nannan has been so happy! I get to eat lots of delicious food every day, lots of people play with me, and Sister Tingting takes very good care of Nannan too!"

Xiao Nannan chattered away like a cheerful lark.

Sometimes, forgetting the past might also be a good thing. None of the troubles or regrets would linger in one's heart.

Xiao Nannan now had a memory artifact that could recover her past