That night.
The moon was bright and the stars sparse; crows cried in the empty sky.
"Another lifetime of vicissitudes..."
Fang Xi lifted his head, looking at the bright moon in the sky, aware that he had changed worlds.
This place was no longer theland of the seventh day and ninth month in the Earth Immortal Realm, but one of the small worlds under the jurisdiction of that Medium Thousand Worlds!
Clad in a Taoist robe, he held a half-piece of grey-black inkstone, ready to promptly return should anything go awry.
'After all, it's the Lower Realm... Could there be interface power suppressing, or even forcing ascension?'
But at this moment, Fang Xi felt little pressure from the world's barriers.
He could only hear the mountain spring's slow trickle, sounding like pearls falling onto a jade plate.
Occasional chirps and calls of insects and birds carried the charm of the mountains and wilds.
"Five Elements Spell..."
