Outside the window, a smudge of gray slowly condensed, but it was the outline of an old Taoist.

Saint Nuwa smiled and said, "I thought it was the teacher who came here in person."

The gray shadow spoke:

"The West is damaged, and the teaching fortune has been broken. It is the momentum of great prosperity. The opportunity for great prosperity in the West is coming."

After saying that, the gray shadows quietly disappeared, and no trace was left behind.

Saint Nuwa frowned and thought, then sighed softly, and her figure disappeared.

On this day, when Li Changshou was busy with the Western religion, layers of fog appeared in the sea near the border of the Southern Continent.

It seems like a fairy mountain flying from the sea, falling in this fog. The trees on it are dense and full of spiritual energy, like a blessed land in the cave.

There are many natural formations and caves in this mountain, with many spiritual roots, magic medicines, and precious materials and spiritual veins.

In some inconspicuous corner, a meter-high spirit stone stood quietly, and the colorful light on it quietly retreated, and there seemed to be fluctuations of spiritual thoughts inside it.
Chapter completed!