The vast waters stretched endlessly across Chengshui Marsh. Clusters of cedars stood thick throughout the wetlands, and the surface of the water glimmered like a mirror, a broad expanse of blue-green entirely unlike the scenery of the lakes. Li Ximing advanced upon heavenly light, silent and without any display of color.0

After flying more than five kilometers, the number of cultivators began to increase. Yet they all kept their heads lowered as they searched for something. A little farther ahead lay a small water cavern where several pavilions had been built, guarded by a group of cultivators. Li Ximing immediately sensed the immense and extraordinary water vein beneath the place as his spiritual sense swept through.0

An elder of the clan, Li Qinghong, had once mentioned this place. It was a rare passage where geomantic lines and water veins ran continuously all the way to the Eastern Sea, linking directly to the sea domain of Chunyi Dao Gate. Judging by its current state, Chengyun Gate had already taken control of it.0

What made him stop, however, was not the uniqueness of the place but the fragment of a dharma artifact below that the cultivators were scrambling and fighting over. The fragment was purple-red, smooth and sharp. Li Ximing...0