Chapter 1204: As If a Dream

Chu Mo got utterly drunk.

When he woke up, it was already the next morning.

Chu Mo sat up, looking somewhat dazedly at the surrounding scene.

The grape trellis was gone, the chicken coop was gone, the woodpile and that well, even the axe… all were gone, as was the Daoist temple. The only thing left was the rocking chair beneath Chu Mo.

This place had become a desolate mountain, without any distinctive paths, much less any different domains.

Everything seemed like a dream.

If it weren't for the vast and matchless power surging within him, Chu Mo would really feel like he had experienced a dream.

He looked up to where the chicken coop had been, now replaced by a massive piece of bluestone, which, in appearance, bore some resemblance to that rooster.

Chu Mo couldn't help but give a wry smile; he knew this was a joke left by the old Daoist.

On the bluestone were engraved six lines, and upon reading them, Chu Mo fell into a deep contemplation.