Li Mo, apart from cultivating, had always kept an eye on the developments of the Fire Spirit Hall.
Nearly ten thousand sword ghosts had moved into various shops, causing parts of the district to become unnaturally bloated. Each shop's expansion turned them into malformed nests.
Perhaps the Fire Spirit Hall at its beginning had traces of Wumen City's glory from ten thousand years ago, but now only the silhouettes of countless deceitful objects could be seen darting about.
Li Mo vaguely heard the nursery rhymes recited by the human-headed kite with the pig head.
"What a chaotic and mad era this is. What does the broken string of the kite signify?"
"Does it mean the severance of the connection between the mortal realm and the immortal realm?"
Li Mo gazed toward the clouds in the distance. The Creation Book once again spilled forth fragmented and chaotic memories.
