A dilapidated temple, a dry well...
Solidifying slowly from the void, the fluctuations carried the breath of the years and the vicissitudes of time.
Tiger Land!
Of course, this was not the real Tiger Land, but merely an entrance.
According to Zhang Ziyu's account, he had entered the dry well numerous times. There, the Inner Great World manifested, containing the true inheritance of the Sword Immortal. It also held many incomprehensible patterns and ancient texts, among other things.
"It's here," Zhang Ziyu said, excited. "Look, I really didn't lie to anyone..."
He could not hide his emotions.
So many years had passed. Whenever he mentioned this matter, no one in the lands of Huangzhou believed him. Not even his own family, who scoffed at him.
Now, that dry well had finally materialized.
He hadn't lied.
It was real.
