Five days later.
"So, where have I ended up?"
Within the heavy mist.
Zhang Fusheng lamented endlessly.
The apparent sage had fully manifested, and everything concluded perfectly, but a bigger issue arose.
He hadn't brought along Third Lian and that little girl.
Therefore.
He got lost.
The dense fog made it impossible to discern directions, and the ground no longer had a road paved with yellow heavy soil—
Or rather, there had been one.
But at the moment he narrated the Tao Scripture, the vast lands for a hundred thousand miles around began to rejuvenate, no longer parched and cracked, with green grass flourishing.
The road paved with yellow soil disappeared.
Zhang Fusheng was somewhat speechless.
So,
where should I go, where is the Chongyang Heaven and Earth, have I left the Hangu Pass area?
He had no idea.
He could only ride the Red Bull, numbly moving forward, moving again.
On the way.
