Only Now Did I Know Who I Was

Taiheng Mountain remained as tranquil as ever.

Aside from the occasional chatter of palace maids and eunuchs, most of the time it was cold and quiet.

Fortunately, this had long become the norm.

Everyone here was accustomed to it.

In the past, this had been the ancestral mausoleum of Yu Kingdom's Imperial Family, a place that could not be defiled and naturally had to remain solemn. Later, when Evergreen Ancestor arrived, it was still just as quiet.

After all, what immortal sect's Dao grounds would be bustling and boisterous?

It was only that, compared to previous years,

there was now one more youngster.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man with graying temples was teaching the youngster how to breathe and circulate his breath.

Holy Emperor Zhu Long intended to personally set Chief Zhang's reincarnated body upon the path of immortal cultivation.

If the people of Yu Kingdom from olden days learned of this, they would surely cry, "What a novelty."

As the Holy Emperor, Zhu Long's foundation was inferior to that of cultivators in the same realm. Yet having someone in the Celestial Realm personally guide one through drawing in qi was treatment of the highest order.

The youngster was highly talented. In just three short years, he sensed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and became an immortal cultivator.

Watching the changes in the youngster, Zhu Long was happy from the bottom of his heart.

In his previous life,

Chief Zhang had never once touched a Dao scripture. Was it because he disliked them?

Of course not.

He could not.

The vast Great Yu had been like a wailing infant waiting to be fed, desperately needing rice for the pot.

And Chief Zhang had been the man who skillfully made a meal without rice.

It was difficult.

Far too difficult.