The ink lines changed and morphed randomly, after a long while, it settled and formed a terrain map.
At the center of the map, there was a heightened land. There were no cliffs as the slope was very gentle, there was an opening that resembled a tunnel.
On this place, two words were indicated — Di Qiu.
All around Di Qiu, there were swamps and forests, at the southwest corner, there was a river.
At the lower area of the map, there were four lines — "light in the soil, shine up to a hundred thousand feet high, swimming in the sky for a hundred li, praising plum fragrant snow."
Fang Yuan muttered it silently, but after a long time, he had no idea what it was saying.
These four lines were like poems, or not. They sounded like Gu recipes, but unlikely.
But Fang Yuan was sure about one thing, these four riddle-like lines were definitely clues left behind on purpose.