A tree adorned with jade-like green, myriad strands hanging down like silk.
Along with a silent nourishing spring rain, it drizzled gently.
The previously dry and withered wilderness, a desolate autumn-like earth, seemed to awaken overnight.
Beside the cold and dry official road, a bit of the chill still carried by the wind, blades of grass emerged from stone crevices, revealing tender, vibrant green.
In the distant fields along the official road, the wheat seedlings turned green, stretching to the horizon, resembling waves of green.
Two figures slowly approached from afar.
Initially, the speed of these two figures was extremely fast, but as the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands gradually emerged clearly, like the moon revealed through parted clouds, their pace steadily slowed.
"Brother Meng, just ahead lies the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands,"
