Time flew like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, three months had passed.
Human Realm.
At the summit of a vast mountain range, Lin Baichuan stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the boundless mountains, rivers, and lakes stretching for hundreds of millions of miles. His heart was filled with endless sighs.
Over these three months, he had not rested for even a moment.
His footsteps had covered the entire Human Realm, as well as the territories of the human race within the vast starry domain.
He had met many old friends from the past.
Yang Zhan, whom he had known since his humblest days; Xu Qingshan, Li Changsheng, Li Jianan, and the others he had encountered in Barbarian Suppression City.
He concealed his aura and spoke merrily with them, reminiscing about the past.
He had also bestowed abundant resources upon them.
Over the years, he had slain enemies beyond counting. The resources left behind by the several hundred Immortal Emperor Realm experts alone were already as vast as the sea.
He had no use for ninety-nine percent of those things.
But while they were useless to him, to others, they were supreme sacred treasures.
Even a tiny portion leaking out would be enough to change the fates of those old friends.
Having shared such bonds, Lin Baichuan naturally did not mind lending them a hand.
Cultivation resources, Divine Daoist Techniques, and more—he bestowed them one by one. So long as these people did not disappoint him in the future, even if they had to be piled up with resources, they could still be raised to the Immortal King Realm.
As for the higher Immortal Emperor Realm, that would depend on their own fortunes.
Besides that, Lin Baichuan had also gone to see