Southern Sea, Pudu.
Layers of Water Transformation, thick as congealed cream, piled atop one another, warm and gentle, healing every wound. Within this pure white water, many young aquatic creatures could dimly be seen swimming happily.
A man stood silently in the Great Void.
"So this is Pudu."
Clad in an impeccably fitted green robe, Liu Xingfang rode Thunderbolt with a golden sword on his back, slowly descending onto the sea.
The viscous Water Transformation parted slightly, not daring to approach the aura in which Divine Thunder and Altar Thunder intertwined.
In days past, Pudu had kept its gates tightly shut, with not a soul in sight. But in recent years, following the great Li-Liao war and Le Yu's injuries, the pressure from the Demon Land had eased considerably. With the Pan Sea cutting off the Eastern Sea, the scourge of dragons had diminished as well.
Thus, quite a few cultivators could now be seen moving about here, all wearing supple white-cloud Robes of Law. Their auras were pure, free of any rank or foul smell, and most were engaged in treating patients and healing wounds.
After the great war, the Pudu Holy Land ended its seclusion and announced that all injured living beings could come for treatment. This drew a vast host of creatures, who gathered around the [Great Cihai Sea], where the Holy Land stood.
Those visiting Pudu now included both humans and monsters, most of whom had come around by way of the Western Sea.
After all, most of the Southern Sea now belonged to Mist Marsh and could not be entered recklessly. Liu Xingfang, too, had detoured through the Western Sea and passed through Black Marsh before reaching this Holy Land, expending no small effort.
"Dragon King Mingdu of the Southern Sea is truly overbearing... even