Seeing Pu Donghuang holding the compass and the golden light flowing on it, Ye Bei's thoughts drifted far away quietly.
That day, gods and Buddhas were all over the sky. People could see gods from all walks of life everywhere.
A young man in a white dress was walking among the mountains and plains.
That day at night, the full moon in the sky hung high under the reflection of countless stars, looking extremely bright.
While the teenager was walking, he kept pinching his fingers from time to time.
He used the knowledge learned in those endless years to calculate the sun, moon, and stars, and calculate everything that was about to happen.
It was not known how far the teenager had walked.
At last, when he walked to an empty canyon, he couldn't help but stop.
In the middle of the gorge, a man in a shirt stood silent, all his hair was silvery white.
