"It's just a seemingly insignificant True Spirit."
He murmured, recalling the terrifying presence of Yellow Eyebrow that day, the terrifying will contained within that faint True Spirit, which rendered even Deities with Great Divine Techniques helpless.
"Anchor."
Zhang Fusheng spoke in a deep voice, a bold idea emerging in his mind!
The three hundred and sixty-five scrolls appeared before him,
he didn't even look, directly pointing to the first scroll, the Divine Realm trembled, and an unremarkable tall mountain emerged.
Zhang Fusheng smiled, gently knocking on the Gate of the Past, changing his choice— the second scroll.
The inconspicuous mountain in the Divine Realm suddenly transformed into a great river.
Then, change again.
Zhang Fusheng knocked on the Gate of the Past, telling his former self— choose the third scroll.
The great river turned into a mountain ridge.
Continue.
