If it were really that simple, the Wilderness wouldn't always remain a wasteland.
Like Dazhen, the country's fortunes are declining, largely because half of its territory is in the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land. Dazhen has no control there and has no people living there.
That place is just a burden, dragging Dazhen's steps, but they don't dare to abandon it.
After leaving a stack of fine wine and food along with books for the Mountain Lord and supplementing it with a dozen Jade Tablets, Yu Ziqing opened the Bridge of Fairyland and returned to Jiachen City.
The flames still burned on his head as he strode into the small temple of the Yang-destroying Devil.
The tablet of the Yang-destroying Devil faced the wall in meditation, once again in isolation.
Yu Ziqing chuckled and said.
"This time, I can't be blamed. I forgot who I am; how could I remember you?
However, I brought you a gift, a better, one-of-a-kind gift in the world."
