Deep within the Bamboo Grove.
Fang Yi gazed intently at the mountaintop, then took a deep breath, clearing his mind of all distractions.
His thoughts detached from his physical body.
Before he could even observe carefully, a thunderous roar reached his ears.
Immediately afterward, chanting began.
This chanting was ethereal, its soft sound seemingly penetrating everything.
Fang Yi felt utterly tranquil, immersed in the chanting, experiencing a sense of detachment from the world.
A thought struck him, and he looked around, never expecting such a magnificent sight!
Endless red light enveloped the heavens and earth.
Within this solemn and grand red light, the mighty Yangtze River surged, its form ever-changing, its sails billowing like clouds and waves, its appearance shifting with th
