Two days later.
At the far southern edge of Yizhou, on a beach by the sea.
Fine white sand stretched smoothly across the shore, with a lush green forest behind it. At some point, a thatched cottage raised two meters above the ground had appeared at the edge of the woods.
A warm breeze drifted by, leaves rustled softly, and sunlight filtered through the gaps in the canopy, scattering mottled patches of light around the wooden cabin.
On the porch before the cabin, Chen Mu sat at a long wooden table.
Several small dishes of red and green vegetables sat on either side of the table. In the center lay a basin-sized, jade-white Li Fire Shell. Snow-white fish fillets pressed against its inner wall sizzled, their fragrance spreading through the air.
Dressed in a homemade short-sleeved shirt, baggy shorts, and flip-flops, Chen Mu listened to the distant crash of waves as he drank alone.
For a moment, he even felt as though he had returned to his previous life.
Unfortunately, the Spirit Nurturing Wine only made him more alert and could not get him drunk at all. It made Chen Mu keenly aware that this was not the safe, stable world of his previous life, but a restless and turbulent otherworld.
This place was considered the southernmost point of Yizhou. While staying at Nine Peaks Mountain for over a year and a half, he had flown several thousand miles on the Vermilion Feather Sword and discovered this place long ago.
When he had used Ghost Gate Pass to leave Nine Peaks Mountain, he had immediately chosen this place as his foothold.
The scenery was beautiful, and there were no powerful demons nearby. More importantly, it was far enough from Nine Peaks Mountain.
A moment later, a watery-blue streak of