The sun rose as usual.

Wei Yuan watched the sunrise and took the opportunity to assess his own fortune. All five Dragon Blood Woods had sprouted tender shoots and formed a circle that resembled a natural mystic array. At the center of the array, a faint yet tangible wisp of fortune was slowly rising, propelling Wei Yuan’s fortune to new heights. 

It was still the sweltering summer within the realm of Qingming, but in many parts of the Great Tang, it was already the depths of winter.

Three more days, and it would be a new year.

At this moment, the whole realm was filled with festive cheer. People in every city were spontaneously making New Year preparations according to long-standing customs. This was Qingming’s first New Year, and the cultivators had long agreed to ring the bell twelve times on New Year’s Eve to celebrate.

For this purpose, Yu Zhizhuo had specially cast a massive bronze bell that weighed over 10,000 catties. Over the past few days, he had been working diligently to engrave an array upon it, so that its toll could resonate throughout the entire realm.

A batch of spirit fields was set to ripen on New Year’s Eve, as if to join in the celebration.

In recent days, the number of merchant caravans traveling to and fro Qingming had increased by 50%. They were all continuously transporting various New Year’s goods into the realm.

Everywhere was bustling with vitality...