"Southern Continent..."
Young Master Xuanzhen set down his phone and sprang to his feet.
Since the Xia Dynasty, the Daoist Order had served as historians for the central court. It could look back through history and had always recorded it, yet he knew nothing about such a vast stretch of the past. Even with God concealing it and the nations tacitly covering it up, he still felt rather foolish.
So he went straight to the Dao Chief.
"Greetings, Grandmaster."
"Hmm?"
"This disciple wishes to learn about the Southern Continent."
"Where did you hear of it?"
"From His Highness the Imperial Grandson." Young Master Xuanzhen lowered his head. "His Highness mentioned the Southern Continent by chance today. Yet I, a disciple of the Daoist Order, had to rely on someone else to teach me its history. I'm truly ashamed."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of..."
Changpei Dao Chief chuckled. "You're still young, and you have too much to do. There isn't enough time for everything. It's only natural that you've missed a few things."
"Please grant me access to the library, Grandmaster, so I can look for books about the Southern Continent."
"There are no books."
"Then..."
"Sit. I'll tell you about it."
"All right."
The young Daoist sat down in a chair.
At the other end of Jade Capital, in the New Orthodox Temple.
A tall, powerfully built young monk stood at the railing and gazed into the distance, murmuring:
"Southern Continent..."
Master Tongdeng had just asked the New Orthodox Temple's current abbot about it. The matter was so enormous, so shocking, that even after receiving an answer, he could not help seeking confirmation from more sources and gathering more information to fill in the picture.
Everything was as Chen Shu had said—
The conflict with the Other Plane,