Deep in a palace whose depths no one could fathom, someone strolling leisurely with his hands behind his back was suddenly startled.
A closer look would have revealed that he resembled Fan Zhuqing. Their faces were similar, but their bearing was utterly different.
If the Fan Zhuqing Tang Changsheng had seen in the mirror still carried the air of a rough-edged hero, this man possessed majesty and nobility that ran to his very bones.
"Someone actually stirred the Dragon Aura..."
Meanwhile, the Gourd Immortal Abode seemed to have shrunk dozens of times over. The battlefield of the past had vanished entirely, and all that remained was a few dozen yards across—no larger than a basketball court.
Small though it was, the remaining space had gradually begun to recover.
A sphere of light shone across the Immortal Abode. Wherever its rays fell, dust, ruins, and shattered places slowly vanished or mended, and signs of life appeared.
The nearer a place lay to the light, the faster it recovered. Close to the glow, grass and wildflowers had already sprung up, along with a slender, murmuring stream that wound its way through them.
Tang Changsheng sat on that patch of grass, holding the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in his hands. Its light reached dozens of paces away.
The glow followed the stream upstream into the unseen darkness. Within the lamplight, the contours and waterways surrounding Gourd Islet emerged faintly.
If the City God Temple was the heart of the entire Lower River region, the true gathering place of its Earth Veins and spiritual energy was not the General's Temple on Yin-Yang Mountain, but Gourd Islet. All this had been said before!
Though times had changed and the dragon veins of the land had shifted and dried up after the great calamity, Gourd Islet