He said a great deal.
The eyes of those around him widened further and further as they stared at Han Yu in disbelief, as if to say: Old pedant... how can you spout all this so calmly? Dao veins stretching like mountain ranges, the origin of the Great Dao, inexhaustible heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
If such a place existed, then what did that make them?!
Immortal cultivators?!
...Primitive cavemen, more like!
Han Yu gave a light cough. "Whether you believe it or not, that is what the ancient texts my ancestors passed down at the cost of their lives say. If we were to trace its origins, it would probably predate the Era of the Seven Ancient Civilizations."
Hiss...
The scruffy bird conceded defeat. It bowed down in utter submission and no longer wanted to argue with this old pedant.
Before the Era of the Seven Ancient Civilizations... there was simply no way to trace anything that far back. His tall tale had grown far too tall.
Up ahead.
A hint of unease also crossed the face of the Human Race man, Xiang Tian. Han Yu was his closest friend; together, they had quelled upheavals in three Immortal Nightmare Forbidden Zones. Their friendship had been forged through life and death, and he trusted Han Yu completely. He had never even doubted him.
But this time, Han Yu had mysteriously insisted that they had to cross the river of stars and reach this place before he could speak those words that "defied his ancestral teachings." Xiang Tian had believed him.
He had never expected something so exaggerated that it defied belief...
"Han Yu, we're here," Xiang Tian said gravely. "Even if those claims were overstated, I won't blame you."
He urgently needed to improve his strength. They had traveled north