"Miss Lan, have you decided where to go?" Seeing the girl in a daze, Yu Baichou turned around and asked.
"I haven't decided yet."
She was a bit afraid of insects and didn't want to join the Red Immortal Sect. Yin Miao Village was relatively closed, generally only accepting family members and not outsiders. Xuanyi Palace sounded a bit depressing, and she didn't want to work as a judge or detective.
As expected, I still need to find a leisurely sect, preferably one that focuses on farming and self-cultivation, and can also catch fish. For some reason, this thought popped up in the girl's mind.
"She is indeed ambitious, worthy of being the daughter of a wealthy family." Yu Baichou had a different idea after hearing this.
In his opinion, this young lady looked down upon the small Xuanyi Palace and would definitely go to the Thirty-Six Gates located in the immortal cave.
It seemed that his vision was too narrow, always focusing on the Seven Continents of Lei. Come to think of it, with this young girl's talent, she could definitely become a core descendant of any family. Perhaps in just a few years, she would become the head of a sect, take charge of the mountain gate, and shock the world.
Six years have passed since that earth-shattering upheaval. According to rumors circulating in various provinces, the world's top experts have only just reached the seventh level of the Heavenly Ladder. Their number is no more than a dozen at most.
This number may seem high, but the Plantagenet dynasty boasted nearly a billion subjects, and its empire stretched from the frigid shores of the North Sea to the vast white ice of the South, spanning over a hundred continents. Before the cataclysmic changes in heaven and earth, approximately fifty immortals had ascended the Nine-Tier Heavenly Ladder.
With such a large base, relying on the incomparably rich resources of the famous sects, they have only managed to raise a dozen people, which is already the limit. And now the dust has not yet settled, so the competition continues.
As the night deepened, everyone in the caravan gradually returned to their tents to sleep. Loran Hill also lay in a small tent, sleeping on a soft light gray blanket, and slowly fell asleep.
Time slipped silently by, and at midnight, a faint glow filled the pitch-black tent. On the girl's forehead, the patterns of the sun and moon flickered, appearing and disappearing, and the color of her hair changed with it, like flowing light.
This secret struggle lasted until the latter half of the night before gradually coming to an end. As it ended, the girl's hair returned to its black color.
At the same time, she began to experience an extremely long dream in her sleep. In the dream, the girl was wearing a pomegranate red dress, walking in the mountains, occasionally looking back, revealing a peaceful and harmonious smile.
The girl holds a bunch of ripe berries in her hand, and behind her are fields of golden wheat ears, with fertile waves winding into the infinite distance.
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