It transformed into a lush green hill.
On the hill were verdant trees, and a woodcutter carrying firewood sang out of tune as he descended. Below the hill, there was already smoke from cooking, and familiar village sounds.
Great Liang Village.
Wang Anfeng's body was reflected in this world so real it had no hint of falsity, as if moving backward, his tall figure shrinking back to short, his eyes and brows returning to youthfulness, the Divine Weapon Qilin departing, dressed in tattered and loose clothing, with even a faintly entwined strange qi mechanism lurking beneath his skin.
His Inner Strength vanished in an instant.
The connection with Heaven and Earth was as if it had never existed.
Then, memories originating from the 'body' occupied his instincts.
The Wang Anfeng of memory looked at the gloomy sky, eyes vacant, muttering:
"Martial Arts?"
"Even if it's Martial Arts, what use is it? Can it bring father and mother back to life?"
