Zhang Ze rubbed his eyes, trying to look closely, but the 'baby' had disappeared.
Upon looking again, the Four Continents were round like an egg, resembling a blue watery chicken.
Except for the sowhat nauseating color of the Central Continent, everything else was exceptionally beautiful.
The continent shaped like the character for 'pin', with its rising mountains and intersecting ravines, looked like chickens, dogs, and ducks, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't see the shape of a baby.
Zhang Ze furrowed his brows, uncertain of what he had just seen, but he felt it was ti to return ho.
There's no harm in going ho to report.
Either the Four Continents or he himself must be ill.
However, as soon as this thought erged, it suddenly beca vague, like a stream running over a green stone, leaving no trace, uncertain of its destination.
Replacing it was another notion.
'The universe is silent and empty, I am the sky, I am the earth, at one with myself; perhaps drifting forever like this isn't so bad.'
Unknowingly, Zhang Ze drifted a little further away from the blue Four Continents.
But just as he seed likely to drift away forever, a few stars began to light up behind him.
Zhang Ze's little finger, not yet transford into his Innate Dao Body, twitched as if sensing sothing.
This brief delay scattered the delusion shrouding his mind, bringing clarity back to his Spirit Platform.
His little finger twitched again, startling him.
"Damn it, there's definitely sothing wrong with this sky, better head ho."
Zhang Ze leapt up, initially intending to fully undo his Innate Dao Body, but after so thought, he only undid the Innate Dao Body of his left little finger.
Then, both his little fingers pointed backward, preparing to propel him ho.
Spiritual Qi surged between his fingernails, a massive blue jet roared out, providing Zhang Ze the montum to return ho.
However, he hadn't flown far when both little fingers sensed sothing again.
With a slight shift of his body, a teor brushed past his nose.
It was a black stone.
"The black stone ca from the sky?"
Adjusting his posture, Zhang Ze looked back, only to see a teor shower composed of black stones coming at him.
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Cyan Thorn, fifty miles east of the Sword Pavilion, Thousand chanism Town.
Mr. Su didn't sleep tonight, squatting at his yard gate, a pipe in his mouth.
He held a small booklet, his pen moving rapidly, writing and drawing, recalling the celestial phenona he just witnessed.
Although it was already late at night, and Mr. Su was thirty-five, thanks to consuming nurous pill dicines to maintain his health, he didn't feel sleepy.
With the last word inked, he extended his little finger, stirring a wisp of Spiritual Qi barely larger than a fart to dry the ink.
Satisfied after reviewing it once more, he nodded.
[Continuing from last ti, the blood moon spread, silver lotus blossod, stars revolted against the moon, and after the Human Emperor Sword slain the evil spirits, heaven and earth returned to unity, full of vitality and life bustling everywhere.
[Unexpectedly, one hundred and eight stars suddenly appeared at the horizon, falling at the point of origin.]
[Indeed, it was the descent of the Outer Domain Heavenly Demon, bearing the might of Earthly Fiends and Heavenly Gangs, manifesting their true form.]
[Upon landing, the earth crumbled, and the Heavenly Demons, ard with the outer domain's true knowledge, looked down upon everyone, opening their mouths and speaking...]
Having finished the chapter, Mr. Su carefully stored away the story he just composed for his storytelling session the next day.
However, he didn't intend to turn back ho.
His wife was already asleep, and with their second child due in a few months, it was best not to disturb her.
Listening to the rowdy sounds coming from the pedestrian street, he pondered whether to hit the Fox Butterfly Restaurant for a drink tonight.
"The boss got taken as a disciple by the pancake flipper Brother Monkey, that's sothing worth celebrating."
Having found a good excuse, Mr. Su comfortably booked a table with so wine and dishes with a small walnut, then quietly made his way out of the alley.
The mont he stepped out of the alley, the din enveloped him, unhindered by the sound-reducing barrier.
Although it was already late, the cultivators who just witnessed celestial phenona were still hyped up.
By the stalls on the street, mbers of the Human Race and Demon Race were all discussing the celestial events they just saw, speculating on what fun or new occurrences might arise this ti.
So well-inford individuals ntioned it might be related to the Chang State...
Mr. Su neither listened carefully nor interjected, only because Chang State was too far to concern soone as insignificant as him.
Walking down the bustling street, Mr. Su reflected on his past, only to find it incredible.
He was originally a naless storyteller in Rising Dragon City, who accidentally misspoke during a session of "Human Emperor Dragon Slayer," cutting off the Human Emperor's head.
To his surprise, the celestial phenona seen the following day, of a Divine walking on clouds slaying a dragon, matched his story exactly.
He thought it was just luck, but unexpectedly, since then, his mouth seed blessed.
The bizarre tales and anecdotes he uttered, mostly beca reality.
So were nonsensical after the fact, yet they corresponded accurately, others were made up in advance, and half of them ca true.
He wondered if it was sheer luck or if he truly had clairvoyant abilities.
It was both a boon and a bane.
The good part was his fa spread far and wide, and fortunes began to roll in.
Believers and skeptics alike ca seeking him, hoping he could cast them or others as main characters in his stories.
Even if it wasn't true, it could bring good luck to friends or cause trouble for enemies.
Among them were even so cultivators.
The downside was he found that by doing so, he might offend people and draw unwanted attention.
While he might speak without malice, others listened with intent, and even if he was only rambling, there were always those who took it personally and got upset about it.
If not for the Beast Taming Sect overseeing Rising Dragon City, which was an important place with decent security, danger could have ensued.
For the safety of his family, Mr. Su closed his doors to visitors and asked Beast Taming Sect cultivators, who owed him favors, to relocate his family to Thousand chanism Town.
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