Bai Yihuan asked, "With so many people in the world, how can they all be recorded?"

Zhang Yuan replied seriously, "Naturally, only the heroes are recorded."

"What counts as a hero?"

"Being recorded by Mount Daiyu makes you a hero."

"It feels somewhat contradictory."

Zhang Yuan didn’t say more. He looked down at the stone slab that recorded Fu Ming’s journey of the heart, and some astonishment involuntarily appeared in his eyes. Although he had already seen it, seeing it again still felt miraculous.

"Generally speaking, each person would only have one record. This senior sister is truly an extraordinary woman, actually occupying over a hundred records. But what’s even stranger is..." he frowned slightly, "After the Celestial Court and White Jade Capital split, Mount Daiyu stopped operating. Why would it still record this senior sister’s journey of the heart?"

Fu Manman asked, "Is it possible that she recorded it herself?"

Zhang Yuan was surprised, "Is that possible? I’ve never heard of anyone being able to record themselves on Mount Daiyu. Maybe I’m just ignorant." He looked at the bloodstained stone slab, filled with curiosity, "What exactly happened during that time? ’Won’... Who was she fighting?"

Fu Manman also wanted to know these things.

At this moment, her heart was rather complicated. Heavy, yet stifled. She had never spoken a word to Fu Ming but couldn’t help worrying about her situation, inadvertently comparing herself to her... 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Zhang Yuan stopped pondering over it. The purpose of his journey wasn’t to explore this matter, so he said:

"Ladies, Mount Daiyu is vast, and there are many places worth exploring." He pointed to a few distant mountains, "Those mountains record ascenders from over twenty thousand years ago, Terminal Daoists of each Dao path, those granted steles by the Heavenly Dao, and some rather interesting exotic figures. Although it hasn’t been updated in ten thousand years, it’s still worth a look."

Having said this, he intended to explore other places.

Bai Yihuan, being a straightforward person, asked without any schemes, "You seem like you’re searching for something?"

Zhang Yuan thought for a moment, hesitating slightly about whether to speak and finally said:

"I want to know why the White Jade Capital would split from the Celestial Court. I thought there would be some records of it on Mount Daiyu, but I haven’t found anything related yet."

Bai Yihuan expressed casually, "It’s definitely because the Dao Ancestor left for the Mortal World, and the White Jade Capital couldn’t control the Celestial Court anymore."

Zhang Yuan pinched his nose, "Perhaps."

This explanation was too simple, leaving no room for argument.

After a few casual exchanges, Zhang Yuan left on his own.

Bai Yihuan asked, "Sister, what are your plans?"

Fu Manman was about to speak when she suddenly noticed that an originally blank stone slab before them was slowly emerging with a line of text, as if an invisible person was using an invisible pen to write. The words that formed were—

"Junior brother, wait for me, I will soon return home."

...

December 29th, New Year’s Eve.

Looking at the towering Fan City, Fan Qi felt anything but joy in his heart.

He glanced at the streak of crimson in the sky, and the unease within him deepened slightly.

Twenty years ago, when his son Fan Wubing was born, a similar trace appeared above the Fan family mansion.

On that day, the sky was layered with dark clouds, with faint flickers of red light.

He remembered what Daoist Yushan from the Eternal Immortal Sect had said at the time, "Endless drizzle, Ying Huo manifests suddenly. A flawed destiny, a drifting life star."

Back then, this sight was only visible nearby, appearing as a mere glow when viewed from afar. But now, that crimson trace in the sky was visible from a great distance. Moreover, judging by its position, it seemed to be over by the Changsheng Continent.

Wubing is on the Changsheng Continent, isn’t he?

The feeling of unease in Fan Qi’s heart grew heavier, and he muttered repeatedly, "Twenty years old, twenty years old..."

A young man flew over from the distance on a sword, "Patriarch, the New Year’s Eve Banquet is ready. We are waiting for you to take your seat."

In the past five years, the Fan family’s changes could be described as earth-shattering. No longer just a family focusing solely on martial arts, they began developing in all aspects. The clan was filled with talents, branching out into various Immortal Paths. Patriarch Fan Qi had now embarked on the path of cultivating both immortality and martial arts. In just five years, he had reached the Peak of Divinity Splitting, and not long ago, he achieved the Great Martial Venerable realm in martial arts.

Beyond that is the legendary Martial God.

A few years back, this was something unthinkable. It’s heard that the Eternal Immortal Sect has become even more formidable. Throughout the sect, disciples’ cultivations soared like they were invigorated with chicken blood. Five years ago, there were barely a few in the Late Stage of Divinity Transformation. Now, even consecrating someone requires this as the minimum, while those in the Integration stage abound. In the Great Li Dynasty, there is a renowned branch as well.

The entire Little South Continent is flourishing under the leadership of the Eternal Immortal Sect.

Many other forces from different continents have noticed this blue ocean territory of Little South Continent, choosing to invest and settle here.

Fan Qi exhaled slightly, "You head back first, I’ll be there shortly."

"Yes."

After standing alone for a while at the not-yet-completed Fan City, Fan Qi turned and flew back to the Fan family in Kuiyu City.

...