Time flows like sand through the fingers. Ever since the miracle at Renwang Temple in the Yan Region, Chen Sheng's figure has drifted like a carefree cloud, slowly advancing along the traces of his cultivation across several lifetimes.
He meanders along the paths of memory, witnessing the changes in the mountains and rivers, and savoring the mundane world.
The first stop is the Thousand Machines Market, where nearly all the memories of his second life reside.
The main street of cobblestones stretches for ten miles, lined with shops on both sides, with signs like "Thousand Machines Pavilion" and "Danxiang Tower" attracting bustling crowds, the sound of haggling rising and falling.
Chen Sheng, dressed in blue, mingles with the crowd, his Divine Sense flowing softly like water over the entirety of the Market, instantly grasping its intricacies.
He smiles gently:
"This place has become a market of the Tang Clan!"
