"For five thousand years, white sand accumulated in the river's heart, slowly forming a reef. Generations of patriarchs waited bitterly in vain. Only twenty-four years ago did the sandy reef break through the river's surface and become a sandbar, and only last year did it begin to show a dragon's shape. But no one knew how many more years it would take to rise above Nanchang City.
"But today, a downpour beyond the calculations of astral phenomena and heavenly destiny unleashed roaring mountain floods, utterly washing away White Dragon Mountain, which the river had scoured for years. Countless white stones and grains of sand flowed downstream, only to be caught by you, Xinzhan, who had come to our Longevity Palace seeking the Water Technique for slaying Jiao dragons, yet suddenly halted the ceremony in the river's heart. You piled them onto Dragon Sandbar, raising its dragon spine above Nanchang City."
True Person Baoyuan forcibly suppressed his excitement and finished the last part of the story.
Inside the Patriarch Hall, expressions of exhilaration and fervor appeared on everyone's faces without exception. Their eyes burned as they looked at Cheng Xinzhan, and not a bird's cry broke the silence.
Cheng Xinzhan himself was likewise too shocked for words.
"Fellow Daoist Shouren, the Patriarch's prophecy was so precise-the year, his origins, Dragon Sandbar, the Jiao calamity. Every detail came true. Tell me, should we, his disciples and descendants, believe it?"
Dong Shouren remained silent, but in truth, he had believed it immediately, because the instant he finished hearing the prophecy, he thought of the Ginseng Fruit Tree in their sect.
Was Xinzhan going to inherit Zhenyuan the Great's station in the Dao?
But what Dong Shouren could not understand was this: he had no doubt whatsoever that Xinzhan could attain the station of