Wang Sheng stood up, took the remnant sword into the Qiankun Ring, and carefully put it on.

He remembered that Li Shang said that there were many murals in the tribe, and Wang Sheng also wanted to explore what the Wa Emperor clan had done, and would disappear so miserably in the long river of time.

Wang Sheng was also a little curious about the whereabouts of the great god Nuwa, and the answer seemed to be hidden in this ruins.

...

Moon Palace, small fairyland, under the laurel tree.

Xilian, wearing a pink long skirt, was standing in front of a fairy palace, staring at the clouds and mists in the distance of the little fairy world. She had just been in seclusion for several months and was coming out to breathe.

‘Xiaolian…’

This tone, this voice...

Xilian hurriedly turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came, but only saw a slowly falling leaf.

They were the leaves of the laurel tree, and they were just hearing hallucinations just now.

She stood there as if she was missing, looking at the toes of the embroidered shoes, and her mood flew to somewhere.

A head with a combed fluffy hairpin appeared in the hall and asked with a sad face: "Sister, I have a doubt about practicing Taoism. My master is not here. Can you try to answer it for me?"

"Here, come," Xilian suddenly returned to her usual appearance, proudly and cursed with a smile, "Now, I am the most powerful immortal on earth's cultivation level! I am proficient in Buddhism and Taoism. What problem can I do to prevent me!"

So, half an hour later...

"Go! Go and find Taoist Master Buyan! This topic is beyond the outline. My elder sister is practicing Buddhism... Well, Amitabha."
Chapter completed!