The wind blew.
The fine robes on the young man's body fluttered with the wind, revealing the sword at his waist.
The handsome youth stood by the water and gazed at his reflection.
It was the appearance of Li Chengfeng.
He turned his gaze to the Void, glancing at the ice crystal small characters of the commission:
"The lost page."
"When the Death God approached Destruction, fearing that the Dark Seal tome carried on his person was too powerful and could be seized by evil entities to eradicate all beings, he scattered the book into countless separate pages."
"In Li Chengfeng's age and world, one of those pages fell in somewhere."
"Go find it."
"If you obtain it, you will become stronger!"
Become stronger.
This was the most crucial thing.
—The only trouble was, in this era, he could only use the body of Li Chengfeng.
Wu Xiaode sighed, jumped onto a passing bamboo raft, and drifted downstream.
"Young man, where are you headed?"
Asked the boatman who handled the raft.
