In the village,
Compared to the Boundary Sea, where dark currents were already surging, it was a picture of tranquility.
Birds sang and flowers bloomed everywhere, countless rare and ferocious birds soared above the clouds, in the scattering glow of dawn, magical and boundless.
In the mountains and fields, there were also Celestial Horses with extraordinary bloodlines galloping on the opened plains.
The sound of horse hooves rang out repeatedly, shaking the dew on the grass as if a tide had overflowed from the horizon, the force was tremendous.
Looking from afar, thin veils of Yun Wu mist danced among the mountains, carrying strands of moist earthy fragrance, it truly resembled an Immortal Realm.
Walking out from the Asking God Bamboo Forest, Jiang Hui's expression was a bit helpless.
The reason being that the extended time he had spent had yielded no successful moment of Sudden Enlightenment.
This feeling was just like being constipated.
It left him quite depressed.