Chapter 471: Not the Past, But Better Than the Past

Upon hearing these words, Jiang Lu immediately associated them with something.

"Are you that Immortal?!"

"What Immortal?" The wanderer's previously clear eyes suddenly turned extremely profound, revealing a sense of vicissitude: "Nothing but a poor wretch blinded by greed, a bird perished for food..."

"So you mean... that legend is true, there really was a woodcutter who broke through the Yellow Springs, unleashing the Netherworld Water to irrigate the Netherworld, allowing its civilization to flourish."

Jiang Lu asked incredulously, yet cautiously:

"So, that woodcutter..."

The wanderer said nothing, but walked over to an unremarkable stalagmite display and took a rust-covered hoe that was placed on top.