At the northernmost edge of the Boundless Sea, a dazzling streak of light tore through the azure sky, crashing toward the ground like a falling meteor.
Before long, Lu Xuan stepped out of the flowing light, his dark robes snapping in the wind, a faint yet palpable pressure lingering around him.
His expression was frosty as his hawk-like gaze swept across the surroundings.
Years of crashing waves had scoured the sandy ground bare, leaving behind a desolate wasteland where not a blade of grass grew.
At last, his gaze settled on the depths of the barren island, where mist shrouded the area and a mysterious aura faintly seeped through.
At the bottom of the island, beneath a ten-thousand-zhang abyss, Lu Xuan moved both hands in swift patterns.
Streams of spiritual light burst from Lu Xuan's fingertips, while layer upon layer of immortal restrictions spread outward like a spiderweb.
The spiritual energy here was incredibly thin, like a forgotten corner of heaven and earth that ordinary living creatures avoided at all costs.
Coupled with the many restrictions Lu Xuan had laid down.
The moment anything unusual happened, he would sense it immediately, ensuring nothing could go wrong.
There was no other reason. No one could be allowed to interfere with a Mortal World Immortal's cycle of reincarnation in the mundane world.
Otherwise.
Not only would this cycle of tempering end in vain, his Divine Soul would also suffer grievous damage.
It might even compromise the foundation of his next mortal-world trial. By then, returning to the immortal path would be harder than climbing to heaven.
Lu Xuan sat cross-legged beneath the ten-thousand-zhang abyss, a faint aura of reincarnation circling around him.
He slowly opened his eyes, and countless scenes of the mortal world seemed to flow through his pupils.
It was