Time galloped on. On Chong'a Mountain, where the subsidiary courtyard was located, the scenery had cycled from yellow to green and back again twice. The sweeping, majestic changes across the land had finally stabilized. Shen Mo had spent almost these entire two years within the sect's subsidiary courtyard, rarely venturing out, thereby evading a multitude of strange and unknown dangers.
Near Chong'a Mountain, a forbidden land had also appeared, seemingly materializing overnight without alerting anyone. From this forbidden land, a host of beautiful creatures, each about the size of a thumb and possessing three pairs of transparent, delicate wings, would fly out. They gathered exotic flowers, rare herbs, and spirit wood, using magic to transplant them into this area.
Shen Mo and Patriarch Zhou Zhiwei had both scouted the region separately.
