Chapter 959 - 345: Inheritance, Manifestation, Breakthrough (Ten-Thousand-Word Combined - )_3

Chapter 959: Chapter 345: Inheritance, Manifestation, Breakthrough (Ten-Thousand-Word Combined Chapter)_3

At the same time, with a thought, a buzzing sound echoed as the Three-Transformation Treasure Lotus Lamp flew out from within him, hovering above and below him.

Finally.

He spoke to the Cyan Flood Dragon guarding outside the cave mansion:

"Xiaoqing, come back."

"Hiss hiss."

The Cyan Flood Dragon hissed and curled into a few inches in size, nestled on his shoulder.

Fu Changsheng keenly noticed that the Cyan Flood Dragon seemed to tremble slightly, and a hint of doubt rose in his heart. The flood dragon always slept when full, but it seemed to have been frightened just now. Ever since the flood dragon recognized him as the master, he’d never seen it afraid:

"Xiaoqing, did something happen just now?"

"Hiss hiss."

The Cyan Flood Dragon wagged its tail.

Fu Changsheng frowned slightly, still uneasy. He quietly circulated his spiritual power, a faint divine sense sneaking along his arm toward the Cyan Flood Dragon on his shoulder. This divine sense was extremely gentle, as if afraid of disturbing something, cautiously wandering over the flood dragon’s body.

"Strange, could it be that I overthought it."

After a thorough investigation.

He did not find any obvious anomalies in the Cyan Flood Dragon.

The flood dragon’s breath was steady, its meridians running smoothly, just as usual. It nested quietly on Fu Changsheng’s shoulder, occasionally flicking its tail gently, making it seem as though the earlier tremble was merely Fu Changsheng’s illusion.

Though still skeptical, Fu Changsheng was about to inquire further.

Buzz!

The Spirit Light in his guiding order shone brightly, and then a beam of light enveloped him.

Bang!

The next instant.

Darkness fell over his eyes.

He realized he was already within the void.

Having experienced it once before.

This time being teleported out, he was not so flustered, handling it quite well. When the white light appeared before his eyes, he had already adjusted.

Buzz!

The light beam dispersed.

Fu Changsheng focused his eyes.

He found himself in the middle of a desolate mountain:

"Where is this?"

The surroundings appeared unfamiliar.

Sweeping his divine sense.

He discovered an elder on a cliff gathering a stalk of Hundred Cloud Bamboo.

The elder’s arm wasn’t long enough, and as he reached forward, his foot slipped, and with a bang, he fell straight down. The ground below was filled with jagged rocks; if he hit them, death was certain. In his panic, the elder fell into deep regret. He was old, and if he died, so be it, but leaving a granddaughter gravely ill, how could she survive alone? If he had known, he wouldn’t have risked the climb:

"Wan’er..."

The elder resigned himself and closed his eyes.

However.

After a while.

No pain came over his body.

He opened his eyes.

He found himself standing firmly on the ground, the elder froze for a moment:

"Could it be I’ve gone straight to the Underworld?"

The elder blinked, realizing only then that there was someone standing before him, looking quite ordinary but radiating an uncommon aura. Instantly realizing it was the young man in front who had saved him, he quickly knelt:

"Thank you, benefactor, for saving this old man!"

Fu Changsheng waved his sleeve, using spiritual power to lift the elder up, and without delay, said directly:

"Elder, during my cultivation, I injured my head and lost some memories. Could you tell me where this is?"

He turned out to be an Immortal Master!

The elder was suddenly elated, quickly bowing again:

"Immortal Master, you are esteemed. This is the Forgotten Dust Valley. I was born in this valley, and for generations, no one has ever left. However, there are rumors in the clan that hundreds of years ago, an Immortal Master did enter the Forgotten Dust Valley. Immortal Master, I beg you to save my Wan’er’s life."

Forgotten Dust Valley?!

Fu Changsheng frowned.

In his memory, he had never heard of this place. After pondering for a while, he decided to follow the elder back to see if he could find other clues:

"Elder, please lead the way."

"Yes, yes, yes, this way, Immortal Master, please."

The elder surnamed Zhuang was overjoyed with his unexpected fortune, for this meant his granddaughter could be saved. With an Immortal Master to guide them, villagers wishing to leave the valley might also venture out with the Immortal Master in the future.

Along the way.

Old Zhuang enthusiastically introduced the customs of the Forgotten Dust Valley, though his words were filled with worry and helplessness:

"Immortal Master, to be honest, the Forgotten Dust Valley has been in drought for three years now! In these three years, not a single drop of rain has fallen. The crops died long ago, and the valley’s edible things, from wild vegetables to tree bark, down to roots, even Guanyin soil, have been consumed by everyone."

At this point, Old Zhuang couldn’t help but shed silent tears, his voice choked with emotion:

"The children in the valley are skin and bones from hunger, the adults desperately searching for food wherever possible, but there is truly nothing left here. It’s not that we haven’t thought of seeking help elsewhere, but the Forgotten Dust Valley is surrounded by mountains, the terrain complex, and there’s no path out of the valley. The elders say that if one recklessly leaves, they might get lost in the woods and never return."

Hearing this, Fu Changsheng.

Swept his divine sense over the area.

He discovered peculiar air currents faintly hovering around the valley, which his divine sense couldn’t penetrate:

"Could this be a barrier?"

As they delved deeper into the valley.

Indeed, just as Old Zhuang described.

What should have been farmland was cracked earth, with fissures gaping like the wide jaws of the earth. The crops in the fields had long turned to scorched earth, only dry stalks remained swaying weakly in the wind.

The valley’s houses mostly lay in ruin, many collapsing entirely, the remnants starkly desolate under the sun. Villagers in ragged clothes lay or sat at their doorsteps, their eyes vacant, lifeless. The children cried from hunger, but there was no milk to feed them, and mothers could do nothing but hold their children and weep silently.