"Stone Village!"
Li Qingyue stood calmly beside Yang Wuzheng.
A trace of wistfulness lingered in her eyes as she quietly surveyed everything before her.
The mountain village lay desolate. Weeds towered like trees, and tangled vines writhed like enormous serpents, swallowing everything.
Even the great burial mound she had raised with her own hands at the village entrance was hidden beneath vegetation.
Standing there, Li Qingyue's thoughts returned in an instant to several years before.
This was where she had first begun to engage with this world.
She had known nothing of cultivation, yet with the memories in her mind and the Immortal Seed, she had devised a breathing method that bore only a passing resemblance to the real thing.
Drawing on the life essence in food, she had strengthened her body and begun her first explorations of cultivation.
Back then, she had possessed an indescribable fondness for meat.
To find a path into cultivation, she had left the mountain forests, hoping to find people, a cultivation sect, and methods she could practice.
That had also been her first attempt to explore this world of her own accord.
Here in Stone Village, she had met those simple-hearted children, who insisted on sharing the meat in their bowls with her even if it meant a savage beating from the adults.
With bruised faces and limping legs, they had still never tired of it.
It had been affection-the most innocent, artless affection of children-and it remained vivid in her memory.
Here, too, she had met Yang Wuzheng and Yan Wushuang, obtained the Dao Scripture, and truly entered the world of cultivation.
Now Yang Wuzheng was still beside her, but those innocent children, the villagers of Stone Village, and the village chief who had taken her in...
Along with Yan Wushuang, they were