In late autumn, the ninth month, the frost wind grew steadily sharper, and the season was steeped in chill.
Ten thousand miles of open sky stretched overhead, while autumn's desolation pierced to the bone.
The heavenly wind swept across the firmament with a shrill howl. The mountain clouds were torn into tatters, and yellow leaves from mountains and plains alike whirled through the gale like dancing butterflies before rustling down across the long streets.
Yunhu Star Domain, Xuanyang Heaven, Xuelan Immortal City.
Su Fan stepped out of the radiance within the city's teleportation hall, and his ears were instantly drowned by a roaring tide of voices. The bustle of carriages and pedestrians and the conversations of cultivators surged toward him like waves.
It had been several years since he left Divine Water Immortal City, all of which he had spent stirring things up outside.
He had to admit that the identity Divine Water Immortal Sect had arranged for him made traveling about far more convenient.
What surprised him even more was that this identity had borrowed someone else's name.
The cultivator named Wang Wei truly existed. He had once been an outer guest elder of Divine Water Immortal Sect.
Back then, he had been entrusted by the sect to guard a remote resource site, only to perish in a great battle. His identity had remained vacant ever since, eventually becoming Su Fan's disguise in the Taihao Immortal Realm.
After all, Divine Water Immortal Sect was a super immortal sect with profound foundations. It was naturally well-versed in handling matters like this.
Su Fan secretly speculated that the top sects of the Taihao Immortal Realm probably kept quite a few spare identities of this sort hidden away.
He passed through the teleportation plaza teeming with people and, following the address Manager