The Yellow Springs surged, the mist was oppressive like the past, and the Ancient Saint trapped in the Yellow Springs River suddenly raised his head, looking towards the Other Shore Flower Cluster.
Within the flower cluster, on the soil, characters emerged one after another.
[Spiritual Bamboo, are you still there?]
The Ancient Saint's face showed joy, responding quickly.
[Master, I am still here]
He carefully observed the script on the flower mud, discovering it seemed somewhat different from the past, the script containing a strong, unique aura,
as if.....
This script was neither from the past, nor written in [the present], nor in the [future] at this moment.
After a while.
[Could it really be possible? It has saved me a lot of trouble]
New script appeared and did not stop there.
[Spiritual Bamboo, I need you to do something...]
Lines of script emerged, the Ancient Saint carefully observed them, his face showing a look of astonishment,
