"Teacher!?"

The dim light gradually faded, and Wu Xian disappeared into the bracelet.

Yuanhui couldn't understand what had just happened, with Wu Xian suddenly vanishing.

"Don't worry, I won't die so easily, but my spiritual power is depleted to the point where it's no longer visible to the naked eye."

Not visible to the naked eye? Could it be that the reason the teacher always took breaks during these times was because materializing would consume spiritual power?

"Well, it seems I'm approaching the critical point, don't worry about me now... Ah!"

"Don't speak, it's all the disciple's fault." Seeing self-blame in Yuanhui due to his injury, a pang of guilt struck his heart. "We are all fighting for the allies, it's a personal... cough cough! action of mine."

Struggling, Yuanhui got up and looked around the mountains and forests, covered with strange plants, giving him a feeling as if he had entered a fairytale world.

"What is this place?" With a sigh, he casually took out a map—Qishi Fairy Forest?

"Huh? Why does this fairy forest overlap with the imperial city on the map?"

Yuanhui raised the map, comparing the terrain. It didn't seem like the city, his own hometown, did he really not remember?

The deep mountains and old forests with densely packed verdant trails were quite different from the sparse black pine forests of the imperial city. Yuanhui cautiously explored the forest.

After just three minutes, his expression turned gloomy.

The detailed map he had taken out was of no help. He had been wandering in this Qishi forest all morning, without any sign of leaving the forest or even any idea of where he was going.

All he saw were a heavenly garden of vegetation, so dense and intertwined that he couldn't even see the sky.

"Ugh, trees, trees, trees!" Feeling very impatient, he tried to gather spiritual power from his surroundings in an attempt to float up and check his current location.

"Boom! Snap!"

His foot just stepped on a strange tree trunk with a purple hue.

Unable to gather spiritual energy, he fell to the ground. Just then, laughter of a young girl echoed through the forest.

Yuanhui looked up, and at the spot where the branches crossed in front of him, a mist rose mysteriously. In the mist, the silhouette of a charming girl faintly emerged.

Having experienced so much, Yuanhui had sharp eyes. A surge of spiritual power suddenly shot out from his right palm, attempting to blow away the mist ahead to see clearly. But just as the spiritual power was about to pierce through the mist, it inexplicably disappeared without a trace.

"Giggle...!"

The girl's silver bell-like laughter rang out again, tormenting Yuanhui's mind. "Come over... come over quickly!"

As if under a spell, Yuanhui slowly lifted his foot and stepped into the depths of the Qishi forest. The previously dense jungle began to widen, and a lake appeared suddenly before him.

The lake was tiny and cute, giving a sense of peace and melancholy. The Qianling Lake appeared lively, but the water truly felt as cold and sorrowful as the broken heart of a lovelorn girl.

"I never expected the legend of the Cold Heart of the Three Thousand Ifs to actually exist in this world!"

The usually reserved Wu Xian exclaimed, echoing in Yuanhui's mind. "The abode of the Water Moon Sisters, the Queens of the Lake, alas, unexpectedly opened by the energy storm from the Six Realms!"

Wu Xian lamented his fate, regretting that even after guarding this place for three years, he had never encountered a trace of the Queens of the Lake.

Coming from a remote and insignificant region in the Eastern County, it was natural for Yuanhui to be ignorant of certain things.

"Hahaha, although the Yangtze River’s waves are always pushing forward, who would be foolish enough to say no? But let me be honest with you, these things are no longer important to me."

It had become routine for Wu Xian to make jokes of his own, and what he cared about most at this moment was the secret of the Moon Lake.

"Don't rush, let me have a cup of tea from my bracelet first, then we can chat." Wu Xian teased Yuanhui, leaving him anxious and eagerly anticipating what treasure his teacher was about to reveal.

"Ahem, let's trace back to the birth of the most primitive continent twenty thousand years ago. Legend has it that the continent was a giant floating island in the sky above the sea, but there is no substantial evidence to support it, and..."

"Hold on a second, Master, does any of this have any connection to the Queen of the Lake?"

"Hey, who taught you to interrupt your elders?" Wu Xian continued the story, somewhat displeased.

"And then... oh yes, the bottom of this lake is where the secret lies as to why the continent floats in the air without falling down."

"A huge island floating on the sea surface..."

Yuanhui rested his chin on his hand, deeply absorbed in the mystery of the continent.

"Hehe," the innocent laughter of Wu Xian echoed in his mind once again, "these are all urban legends, and I have no idea whether the power described in the legends actually exists. So, let's treat today's discovery as a simple journey and not expect too much."

Though their conversation seemed casual, this exploration might unveil the secret of how the Goddess of the Lake had expanded the continent for millennia.

Where have the newly born souls and departed lives gone over hundreds of thousands of years? Today, the answer might finally be revealed.

Walking on the life path covered with greenery, both of them were nervously anticipating what was to come as the full view of the lake unfolded before Yuanhui, leaving them both speechless in astonishment.

It was like a stroke of luck - the naturally formed lake shaped like a perfect square!

On the shore, at eye level with Yuanhui, a few lines of small characters were inscribed at the base of a cliff.

The cliff was only six yards high, directly facing the center of the lake below.

Curious, Yuanhui leaned in to observe the exquisite calligraphy on the wall for a while, before finally seeking the assistance of Wu Xian inside the bracelet to interpret it.

"Come, let me take a look," Wu Xian appeared and pondered over the inscription, saying thoughtfully, "Hmm, the cycle of six realms, the rebirth of all things, leading to destruction, never to eternal cycles..."

In the middle of reciting, Wu Xian's beautiful brows furrowed, then he chuckled mischievously a moment later.

"Haha, I see now, my disciple, this is the Fountain of Reincarnation. You can experience life and death, joy and sorrow in any space, which might greatly enrich your life!"

"Six realms? How many more realms are there?"

Despite the excitement from his teacher, Yuanhui couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Among the six realms, our desolate continent is considered the Upper Realm, simply put - the eaves of the God Realm!"

Turning his head, Wu Xian once again shifted his gaze from Yuanhui to the text and elaborated, "Beneath the continent lies the Human Realm, where people cannot communicate with spiritual energy, belonging to the Godless Realm; below that is the Demon Realm, where the power of the demon territory is undoubtedly much stronger than that of the God Realm! Further down is the Shura Realm, a world of demon gods locked in constant battle without the distinction of justice and evil."

"That's unbelievable, a world without the distinction of justice and evil, could it be..."

"The purgatory of the battle between immortals and demons!"

Wu Xian turned his face to look at Yuanhui with one eye, looking extremely peculiar. He signaled Yuanhui not to interrupt, then suddenly chuckled in a whimsical manner, "Hehe, please don't pay too much attention to it, those worlds have nothing to do with us, just knowledge!"

Articulate as it sounded, the story of the Moon Dragon was thrilling enough to make cold sweat trickle down Yuanhui's neck.

"In the two realms after... Huh? How come it wasn't mentioned?"

Like a child, Wuxian looked around for the missing second half of the chapter, resembling a professional archaeologist. Yuanhui, nearly falling asleep on the side, rubbed his head and grumbled regretfully, "Tch! Seems like this visit was a waste of time roaming around."

"Haha, found it—," he then said, clearly losing interest in Yuanhui's astonishment.

"Finally, the teacher has learned the names of the two realms— the Dao Realm and the Beast Realm!"

Hmm, truly a story full of boredom, but he added, "The most precious treasure in this ancient relic is... eternity! Let me tell you—"

Wuxian's gaze had never been so daunting in Yuanhui's memory.

"Are you willing to exchange six lifetimes for a brief moment of beauty?!"

With his hand on Moon Dragon's body, Wuxian swiftly moved both of them to a cliff six zhang high before Moon Dragon could react.

"Whoosh!" A silver light flashed, and the two found themselves on a cliff overlooking a square lake.

Yuanhui was puzzled by Wuxian's sudden bizarre behavior, but Wuxian calmly pointed to the lakebed and said, "Take a look."

"What am I look...," Yuanhui was stunned by the sight at the lakebed, where the square lake and the jungle had vanished, replaced by six huge screens.

"Teacher, this...?"

"Hmph, there are people beyond people, and things beyond things."

Wuxian forced Yuanhui to look deeper into the lakebed, revealing a gateway leading to a space unlike this world. A power that did not belong to this world flowed continuously, and the dazzling light momentarily dispelled all darkness from the world.

"This is the Cliff of Reincarnation, where gods are created. In six hundred years, twin bodies can be refined, creating a skeleton close to a god! One hundred years in the human realm can train your dragon power, in the demon realm can train the fierceness of your dragon; in the Shura realm, it can train your divine power."

"The focus is not there, but rather, the desolate continent after six hundred years..."

Yuanhui felt uneasy, sensing that something ominous was about to happen, his palms sweaty.

"Of course, it won't happen. Time is forever still here. After the Six Realms of Reincarnation, you will return to this place and time, only your strength and maturity will change."

"Well, I can go, but forgive me for procrastinating a bit longer."

Interrupting Wuxian's instructions, Yuanhui started gesturing on the ground. He knelt, supporting himself with one hand, writing—Tong'er.

"OK, that will do!"

"Disciple, what are you doing...?" Wuxian was puzzled by Yuanhui's odd behavior. "Hehe, more than six hundred years later, I'm afraid I might forget to be afraid of you!"

Initially confused, his understanding transformed into a smile as he gazed at Yuanhui with a serene look and said, "Oh, can't handle you..."

"Master...?"

At that moment, Yuanhui was also teary-eyed.

"We... Waaah!"

"Come down already, what's with the drama? It's not like we're going to die and pass through the cycle of reincarnation again!"

Wuxian's eyes were filled with anger as he picked up his disciple and jumped off the cliff.

"Master, why did you come down as well?"

"Hmm?"

"Wow wow wow...!"

The master and disciple have been traveling together for six hundred years, which sounds quite pleasant.

"Pleasant my foot!" Wu Xian exclaimed in frustration, complaining to Yuanhui, "Six hundred damn years, and I've died six times!"