The difference in position is truly the difference between heaven and earth.
In Beheading Alley, Zhang Fusheng finally understood where his own progress lay.
Behind him, the Sea of Spiritual Smoke rose,
and in a single thought, the Sea of Spirit surged into a giant green lotus, blooming silently behind him.
"What if my thought could bloom flowers?"
In the alarmed eyes of the three youngsters, in the damp Beheading Alley, weeds grew, and withered wildflowers that hadn't bloomed for years raised their heads again,
and then one by one began to bloom, extending from one end of the alley to the other.
That is the bloom of a single thought.
"Is it... a god?" Chang Youwei's heart pounded wildly, his lips trembling uncontrollably, he only meant to deceive people!
This.....
What existence did he end up deceiving??
He despaired.
Zhang Fusheng quietly watched the flowers blooming all over the alley.
It was still late July, clearly not spring.
He thought spring should have arrived.
