The others followed Zhu Junfeng back to Changsheng Academy. Ji Dong, meanwhile, flew up to a hillside and stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the Liao River, whose current had begun rushing somewhat faster again. The river was much as it had been thousands of years ago. Though its surface ripples were slight, it was not stagnant and lifeless; beneath the tiny waves, immensely powerful undercurrents surged, currents that neither Azurewood Eye nor divine sense could see clearly.
The storms gathering over Changsheng Town did not affect Xiao Hua at Jiangchao Temple. Seated cross-legged on a prayer mat, Xiao Hua quietly refined the Earth Crystal Yao Ru. Before this mountain of crystal milk, his refining was no less than the Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains. Although Xiao Hua's space still held some of the ink boa remains, which could corrode this crystal milk, stingy Xiao Hua could not bear to use them! This was all Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi! Wasting even the slightest bit would be disrespectful to Heaven and Earth! He could only move it bit by bit like ants moving house, turning it into part of his own cultivation.
"Now that I've arrived on Cangxian Continent, perhaps I can find out about my origins!" As he cultivated, Xiao Hua pondered in secret. "Since this Xiao has a cultivation method for the eighteenth layer of Qi Cultivation, it is clearly different from Xiaoyu Continent. And the Daoist cultivation methods on Cangxian Continent also differ from those of Xiaoyu Continent. The classifications of the lower realms are even more distinct, yet they are extremely similar to this Xiao's cultivation. Perhaps this Xiao was not born in the Myriad Monster Realm, but in the realm of these Three Great Continents! Heaven sent this Xiao back because it