The Ancient Saint within the Nine Netherworld Yellow Springs was still struggling, unable to communicate...
He lifted his head, gazing at the grand cosmos that had transformed into ancient stars, gazing at the myriad creatures in harmony, gazing at Zhang Xuelan, who seemed to be the remnants of the Southern Pole Longevity Emperor's spirit,
gazing at the Original Human Ancestor's body buried in the Land of Great Treasure.
In a sense, that was his own True Self.
Zhang Fusheng was in no hurry to unearth it — that was a backup plan left by Wa for him.
"Continue to nurture and nourish it."
He sighed softly, recalling the True Self.
......
Starship.
"Sister Duo'er, don't be angry, don't be angry."
In the dining room, Cui Wending consoled:
"That Dao-named person is just a country boy, wearing coarse hemp clothes and straw sandals, with a straw hat made of straw. He's from the Golden Province, so it's normal he doesn't know the etiquette... After all, he's an outsider!"
"Angry?"
