He chatted with Li Hongzhao for a while longer, then his figure flashed and disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared inside the East Huan Sacred Valley.
The East Huan Sacred Valley remained as before.
The green grass was lush, and the flowers were as beautiful as brocade.
The green bamboo swayed gently, rustling like heavenly melody.
Time seemed to stop here, no longer flowing, eternal in this place.
He stepped to the outside of the bamboo house and looked inside once more.
The seven-colored light no longer blocked his view completely.
He suddenly discovered he could push open the door now; a gentle push opened it.
The door opened to a Grotto Heaven, but instead of rushing in, he stepped back two steps.
His face was solemn, his hair stood on end.
The door faced a screen.
On the screen was a majestic landscape painting.
The painting showed where the East Huan Sacred Valley was located, where three mountains converged, and channels became valleys.
