Chapter 1201: Troops Arrive!

Seeing this scene, Chen Zhangsheng's pupils contracted slightly, and his figure vanished directly from the spot.

A moment later, Xiao Nannan came running back, she let out a soft "yi", "Yi? I just sensed a trace of big brother's aura here, how did it disappear?"

Her little face was full of great confusion.

Chen Zhangsheng frowned.

What?

How could a trace of his aura have leaked out?

He had already concealed it very well!

He stared at Xiao Nannan, observing her; this little girl was exquisitely carved like jade and pearl, her eyes clear, her body full of childlike innocence, giving a feeling of pure kindness, and a butterfly danced on her shoulder.

"Her inner self is clear as water; this is a fine piece of jade."

Chen Zhangsheng felt moved, staring at that butterfly.

"No wonder, I sensed the aura of the Butterfly World in this town. Xiao Nannan must be related to the Butterfly World, and to the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, Dieyue."

The Dao Resonance subtly flowing from Xiao Nannan's body harmonized with this world.

Not long after, Xiao Nannan left her little home.

Chen Zhangsheng followed Xiao Nannan.

Along the way, the townspeople greeted Xiao Nannan, but Chen Zhangsheng could tell at a glance that her body was different from theirs.

Xiao Nannan is a kind of illusionary body.

The townspeople are also a kind of illusionary body.

But the townspeople are all images projected from Xiao Nannan's memory.

Xiao Nannan eventually ran off all the way.

Chen Zhangsheng pondered, "I never expected Xiao Nannan to be the key to Yun Lan Poti's control of Cloud Mist Heaven. No wonder Cloud Mist Heaven has sealed itself away in these endless ages; it turns out Yun Lan Poti also feared this secret being exposed."

He walked toward the teacher's school, and gradually the shops along the street became blurry, their edges not so distinct.

"It must be that these places are not clear in Xiao Nannan's memory, so they cannot be manifested."

Chen Zhangsheng looked into several shops; inside was pitch black, with nothing at all.

Those are places where the light of memory cannot reach, so they are completely empty.

Chen Zhangsheng secretly thought, this world is largely Xiao Nannan's memory, plus Yun Lan Poti's intervention, constructing this world.

Soon.

The school had arrived.

Before the gate hung a couplet reading, "Bright moon and spring breeze, the grand ultimate can be met in leisure; white clouds and grey dogs, erudition surely has its return."

The horizontal inscription reads, "Do not seek outside!"

This is the teacher's school spoken of by those old men and women.

It seems Xiao Nannan also studied here before; otherwise she could not have projected this school's scene.

That teacher did not disdain Xiao Nannan's humble origins—a poor child living in a doghouse—but he also gave her a chance to sit in on lessons; it seems the teacher is also a benevolent person.

Stepping into the school, it was equally empty.

Yet its layout was orderly, with a small courtyard containing two trees, both jujube trees, and under the jujube trees stood a chessboard.

Spring was in full bloom.

Chen Zhangsheng stepped in slowly; there was a small lecture hall, inside were tables and chairs, the windows bright and the stands clean, giving a rather leisurely feeling.

The wooden board bore a "spring" character.

On a small table he saw several books: the Classic of Poetry and the Book of Rites.

The books could not be opened; they were merely illusory manifestations.

Chen Zhangsheng silently sighed; the teacher had left no trace.

He had gone, yet in Xiao Nannan's heart he was like a spring breeze.

Not long after, Chen Zhangsheng left the school, murmuring, "How unlucky that I arrive when spring is not here."

He headed toward the muddy lane, where the path was mire and everywhere stood low-roofed dwellings.

He could not find Ning Chang'an's home.

"Most likely Xiao Nannan has never come here."

In the end, Chen Zhangsheng still returned to the town, and he also took over a shop, starting a woodcarving business.

Because he discovered that although this is an illusory town, it contains a kind of temporal Dao, and this temporal power is extremely similar to that of the Butterfly World.

Chen Zhangsheng took out a broken small bowl from his storage ring; the bowl still held half a bowl of water.

He flicked his sleeve, sending ripples across the water, releasing an immensely rich temporal power!

The town's temporal power accelerated its flow.

Sunrise and sunset, sunset and sunrise.

This repeated over and over.

Gradually, the townspeople also became familiar with Chen Zhangsheng's presence, knowing he was a craftsman who sold sculptures.

Chen Zhangsheng then carved likenesses of these townspeople in the town.

At first, he could hardly even carve stripes onto the wood, as if some great Dao shackle hindered him.

After all, this is a world constructed from Xiao Nannan's memory, and this world is clearly not simple; merely wanting to carve the ordinary people within it was as hard as climbing to heaven.

Slowly, Chen Zhangsheng could carve half a face, but the eyes could not be depicted.

The townspeople all laughed at Chen Zhangsheng's clumsy craftsmanship.

Chen Zhangsheng would just smile it off.

"This place is not simple. I fear the true town hides even deeper secrets."

Chen Zhangsheng had many reflections.

Actually, he had arrived at the town less than half a day earlier, but he used a secret art to make the townspeople feel that ages had passed—so long that they now felt Chen Zhangsheng was no longer an outsider.

He was greatly surprised; these illusory people actually also bore a trace of spiritual resonance.

They could not contemplate complex matters, yet they still possessed simple perception.

Chen Zhangsheng probed a bit and finally discovered the root of the problem.

It turned out that all of this came from the hand of Yun Lan Pòtiān.

This world was jointly built by Yun Lan Pòtiān and Xiao Nannan, yet the 'spiritual resonance' of these mortals was drawn from the true living beings of Yun Lan Tian.

After endless ages, these illusory townspeople also acquired some simple spirituality.

However, they could not know this themselves.

Chen Zhangsheng stayed behind, continuing to carve here; gradually, his perception of the power of time increased enormously.

On the other side.

Beyond Yun Lan Tian.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

Void Rending!

Space twisted!

Lu Xuan activated the spatial array patterns, directly transmitting Yang Ling'er and the others to outside the Yun Lan Tian realm wall.

The myriad Wei Yang troops stood in neat ranks, their momentum vast, like a torrential flood standing firm above the Void; their faces bore a hint of shock: "Lord Lu's spatial attainment is truly awe‑inspiring."

It was really too fast!

Their descent from Wei Yang Tian to this place was merely a blink of an eye.

By Yang Ling'er's side were Ji Fuyao, Ye Chen, and Fang Yuan, among others.

Among the Wei Yang troops were Mo Diao Mao, Li Liang, Ku Fan, and Jiang Rou, among others.

Yang Ling'er's beautiful eyes flowed, her jade hand performing shifting hand seals, directly activating the World Tree Dao Patterns, she forcefully slammed them toward Yun Lan Tian.

"Hiss!"

Countless dao patterns fell like rain, as brilliant and dazzling as a host of stars, and wave after wave of Dao Resonance rippled outward from Yun Lan Tian.

Yang Ling'er, wielding the great momentum of Wei Yang Tian, continually pressed down on Yun Lan Tian!

Not long after.

"Crack!"

A spatial rift appeared in Yun Lan Tian.

Yang Ling'er's voice was immensely imposing: "Enter at once!"

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