In the water mirror manifested by Ke Anran, everyone was still immersed in the shock of the Great Dao’s transformation. In the next moment, they saw the Daoist Lancang, now transformed into an infant, point a finger forward.
The ley lines began to shift at his center, the soil on either side parting to reveal a clear, small stream that was drawn out from the lake, winding its way slowly toward the Train Chamber of Commerce.
Daoist Lancang took a step, and with every step, a lotus bloomed. Mysterious yellow lotuses, shaped like cloaks, unfurled one by one, exuding a vibrant vitality in the middle of this deep winter day.
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