Kunlun Mountain?
The Queen Mother of the West?
Zhu Shuang'er's face was filled with confusion.
Zhu Ju shook his head, speechless.
This world's knowledge of the Ancient Era had dwindled to an appalling degree.
Even the True Martial Sect, one of the three Major Sects, had no surviving records of ancient matters.
"Brother."
Pulling her wandering mind back, Zhu Shuang'er spoke up.
"The Deities of the Ancient Era fell long ago, so this place is ownerless. Does that mean the Town Stele can be put through Refinement?"
Zhu Ju's heart stirred.
"It should be possible."
"Congratulations, Brother." Zhu Shuang'er beamed, cupping one fist in her other hand.
"To survive a great disaster is to be blessed with great fortune. The Undying Divine Tree and Xuanpu are a perfect fit for you."
Not long ago, when Zhu Ju was frozen by the Spring and Autumn Cocoon, she had been overcome with grief and indignation. Now, her face was full of joy.
She truly saw Zhu Ju as the person closest to her.
