Leaving Da Chen, An Jing had never felt such an exhilarating sense of freedom.
Even the Ancestral Dragon Seed within him sprouted new shoots.
"Is this Dust Li? It looks quite alright."
Although all he saw was a muddy landscape, An Jing did not use the normal perspective of an ordinary person to observe—he knew that the mud was the result of many years of Frost Calamity melting in one day. Yet within that muddy water, many seeds were germinating, and the vitality was so abundant that he could almost see the lush greenery that would transform this place next spring.
After bidding farewell to Cang Linzu, An Jing made his way towards the depths of Dust Li. But it was not a blind rush; Chenyinzi had given instructions: in the north of the Great Wilderness, there existed a boundless forest sea. Within it stood a town constructed by the Divine Court during Ancient Times, with its man-made dark silver towers soaring proudly at the center, majestic and dignified.
