After witnessing Immortal Jinglan's world-shaking battle with the Origin Deity, Lu Xian and Zui were deeply shaken and began secluded cultivation.
In the years that followed, tale after tale of Immortal Jinglan's battle achievements kept spreading into the Wushi Continent, giving the living beings who dwelled upon the continent constant fodder for discussion.
The spiritual energy of the Wushi Continent could hardly be called superior; looking across Zhongtian, it was even considered a thin and barren place. Precisely because of this, the living beings who settled on this continent were all of rather mediocre aptitude. Only those who wished to stay far from strife would choose this place and live here long-term.
Even if their cultivation levels were low, the continent's living beings still paid attention to the affairs of the world. Only after learning of the dangers outside did they cherish their current lives even more.
The other Wushi Disciples knew of Immortal Jinglan's existence, and they likewise sighed over the might of Immortal Gods. Back when they had first arrived in Zhongtian, how could they ever have imagined that Zhongtian would develop to such a flourishing height today? They had always concealed their identities precisely because they did not want to go out—some feared danger, while others had their hearts set wholly on pursuing the Dao. No matter the reason, Immortal Jinglan had indeed stirred them.
Time continued to flow by.
Year after year passed, and roughly another thousand years went by.
In the early summer of this year, Gu An was gathering herbs, with Epiphyllum Ghost Mother following step for step. They were chatting about some trivial matters concerning the disciples.
Just then, the ground suddenly trembled, startling Epiphyllum Ghost Mother into stopping. She frowned and looked into the distance.
"What aura is this?"
Epiphyllum Ghost Mother