The King of Xiuxianjuan returns to modern times and becomes a landlord

When the desolate city came into view, everyone's breath held involuntarily for a moment. It was clear that this city must have been a prosperous ancient town long ago. The mottled walls, the dilapidated archways, and the faintly discernible exquisite carvings all seemed to speak of its former splendor and glory. However, now it was ravaged by the wind and frost of time, overgrown with weeds and a desolate scene.

Gu Yanqing frowned, his gaze fixed on everything before him. He slowly stepped forward and whispered to Ying Ni, "This is where we received the expedition team's last signal. I wonder how they're doing now, but I hope we can find them soon."

Upon hearing this, Ying Ni also revealed a look of worry. She looked up into the distance, the desolate city looking even more desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun. So, she took a deep breath and said firmly to everyone, "Let's go. No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, we must find them!"

As Ying Ni and her group journeyed deeper into the ancient town, the setting sun stained it with a golden glow. The bricks and stones of the ancient town seemed to tell a thousand-year story, and the air was filled with the fragrance of tea and earth, inviting one to slow down. The old houses and quaint shops lining the streets were bathed in a golden glow, as if every brick and tile held the weight of history and the vicissitudes of time.

Ying Ni walked at the front of the group, her gaze firm and penetrating, as if she could see into the very essence of the world. Suddenly, she sensed a familiar, ancient power, resonating with her memories of the Nine-Curved Yellow River Formation. Her heartbeat quickened, realizing it might be part of the Primordial Golden Bowl. She began to cautiously survey her surroundings, trying to locate the source of this power. Each step was made with extreme caution, knowing that the emergence of this power might signal the unearthing of an ancient secret.

In the setting sun, the streets, shops, and stone bridges of the ancient town seemed shrouded in a thin golden glow, radiating a solemnity and sacredness. Ying Li was certain that this power was part of the familiar Hunyuan Golden Bowl. Her heart was filled with unwavering faith, realizing she was not far from her goal. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and attempted to establish a deeper connection with this power.

As night fell, the lights of the ancient town gradually lit up, juxtaposing the stars in the sky and creating a tranquil and beautiful night scene. Ying Ying took a deep breath, feeling the power calling her. She understood that it was the Hunyuan Golden Bowl calling for help.

Ying Ni walked along the bluestone pavement of the ancient town, following the faint call of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, step by step towards the depths of the ancient town. There was an ancient and mysterious altar. The wind and frost of time had carved mottled marks on the stone steps, as if telling of the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

Atop the altar, the clay statues of the Three Sky Goddesses stood silently. Even after millennia of weathering, their features were still faintly discernible. Their expressions were solemn and compassionate, as if they were guarding the peace of this land and its believers. Looking up, Ying Ni vaguely recognized the figures of several old friends, who seemed to be recounting stories of the past within the clay statues.

Just as Ying Ni was lost in her memories, a mysterious force suddenly surged. A fragment of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl slowly rose from the clay statue, as if drawn by an invisible force, hovering before Ying Ni. A faint light flickered from the fragment, as if imbued with endless power and wisdom, waiting for Ying Ni to touch and awaken it.

Ying Ni gazed at the fragments before her, an indescribable excitement welling within her. She sensed the presence of the Three Heavens within them, and so she channeled a trace of her divine power, attaching it to the fragments of the Primordial Golden Bowl. She felt a powerful resonance, as if the fragments held the will and power of the Three Heavens. This reinforced her conviction that these fragments were more than just material objects; they carried traces of history and an immortal spirit.

Ying Xuan delved deeper into the core of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl fragment, feeling as if she had traveled to an ancient and mysterious time and space. The surrounding light grew soft and hazy, and the air was filled with a delicate fragrance, a breath from antiquity, a blend of the fragrances of grass, trees, and stars. Each of her steps was light and graceful, as if she were engaging in a dialogue with this ancient land, awakening dormant memories. Ying Xuan felt as if she had become a part of history, her existence inextricably linked to this land, every breath woven into its past and future.

Suddenly, her gaze fixed ahead. In the cracks of the rocks, carved by time, she witnessed the shattered souls of the Three Heavens, swaying gently in the breeze like fallen petals. Though their souls' light was dim, they still shone with an unyielding brilliance. These were the Three Heavens fairies, once renowned throughout the Three Realms, yet now met with such a fate. A sense of tragedy welled up in Ying Ni's heart. She felt a deep respect and sorrow, a pity for the current plight of these once-glorious fairies.

She immediately understood that all of this was the work of the Hunyuan Golden Bowl, before the Three Heavenly Souls dispersed. This ancient magical artifact had gathered a portion of these souls at a crucial moment, bringing them here to protect the lives of all who lived on this land. Ying Ni glanced around, seeing that all the unjustly deceased creatures in this ancient town were bathed in the protection of the Three Heavenly Souls. They ran happily, or leisurely foraged for food, enjoying this rare peace and harmony.

The fragments of the Primordial Golden Bowl seemed to form an invisible altar, lifting the Three Heavenly Souls aloft and enshrining them on this sacred land. Every wisp of wind, every drop of rain, every leaf nourished the Three Heavenly Souls, as if every force of nature was silently contributing its strength to their recovery.

Ying Ni quietly observed the three souls floating in the air above the Hunyuan Golden Bowl. Her figure appeared remarkably resolute in the dim light, like a guardian guarding this sacred place. Wisdom gleamed in her eyes, and her hands danced lightly, as if casting some ancient spell. Each gesture was imbued with power and mystery.

"Soul-Securing Formation, initiate!" Ying Ni called out softly, and circles of golden runes suddenly surged around the Primordial Golden Bowl. These runes, like swirling dragons and snakes, intertwined to form a complex formation. As the formation took shape, a warm and mysterious power permeated the Primordial Golden Bowl, firmly enveloping the three Xiao spirits, as if casting an invisible shield around them.