Zhang Sanfeng walked across the Central Plains, taking in this reborn world of mortals. His heart gradually grew calm.
He had brought a new heaven to this realm. This world was the fruit of his life's work.
Though he appeared to be walking, each step crossed a vast distance. Before long, he reached the foot of Mount Emei.
Looking up at Emei, with its perilous peaks, its air of ethereal beauty, and its majestic divine presence, Zhang Sanfeng smiled.
At Emei's summit, a young woman stood gazing in one direction. She did not move, but her eyes shone.
If time across the whole world flowed backward and its mountains and rivers returned to their past, someone would surely discover where she was looking.
Fengling Ferry.
Guo Xiang.
She still looked like a young woman. Reborn through Divine Investiture, she would remain in the world forever in the beauty of her sixteen-year-old self.
Guo Xiang stirred and looked down toward the foot of the Mountain. She saw the Daoist there.
"Sect leader," Guo Xiang sent a message to the current leader, Miejue. "Sorry for the trouble, but please go welcome the imperial preceptor."
Miejue was still the leader of Emei. After Guo Xiang's rebirth, Miejue had offered to yield the position, but Guo Xiang refused. Mortals and gods were different, after all. A divine being leading a mortal sect...
That would invite criticism. Guo Xiang's Divine Seat and Emei's strength meant they had nothing to fear, but one less problem was better than one more.
This realm belonged to the Great Ming now. It was no longer the Martial World where wandering heroes did as they pleased.
Besides, Guo Xiang had no interest in leading Emei.
Sever obeyed. With a few leaps, she arrived before Zhang Sanfeng.
For most martial artists