Dusk.
The farmer hummed a little tune as he leisurely harvested rice in the fields.
The Rice Paddies lay scattered unevenly, and viewed from above, they gradually formed a perfect taiji yin-yang fish.
Spiritual Energy drifted through the yin-yang eyes, circling and rotating in the air before threading into the farmer's body, creating a perfect cycle of labor and cultivation.
Farming was itself a form of cultivation.
In another sense, farming was also part of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace's myriad paths—though what he cultivated was not the Recent Ancient New Dao, the Immortal Palace had been painstakingly built by him, so naturally his cultivation leaned in that direction.
His name was Xu Buyi.
In the village, he was called Xu Erzhu.
An old farmer, the Village Chief of Immortal Trace Village, and also the Palace Master of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace.
A Big Yellow Dog squatted by the edge of the field, listlessly watching him show off while farming, bored out of its mind.
Instead of properly being the master of an Immortal Palace, he had run off to guard a grave. Didn't they say the female ghost inside had long since run away with a man? What the hell was he still guarding the grave for?
In truth, even if it was a grave, Big Yellow Dog had no idea what there was to guard. He had guarded it for over a thousand years, farming every day until he had nearly forgotten how to fight, and had almost been defeated by someone a realm below him... Wasn't that sick?
If not for loyal Big Yellow Dog keeping up his appearances, he would have lost all face.
While grumbling inwardly, Big Yellow Dog suddenly became alert and bared its teeth at the empty air.
Someone was