Lost World, within the immense formation.
The lake is calm like a mirror, without any waves or disturbances. Above the lake, a dense Primordial Spiritual Qi nearly condenses into mist, filling the array.
Small islands on the lake surface appear faintly visible through the fog, everything seems peaceful and harmonious.
On each island, the inhabitants inhale spiritual energy, diligently cultivating.
This peaceful time lasted for more than half a month.
Ying Yue slowly opened his eyes, eyes deep and full of wisdom, like an old man who has experienced many trials, shining with the light of wisdom.
"Wood, born in spring, flourishes in summer, withers in autumn, and hides in winter!"
"The four seasons cycle endlessly!"
Ying Yue resembled a statue, quietly gazing at a blade of grass before him, in his clear eyes, it seemed to project the image of a blade of grass as well.
He watched silently, calmly observing.
