Dusk had deepened.
The man did not return home—or rather, his home was right here on the dock. A dilapidated little wooden boat was all he possessed.
At this hour, the market naturally had long since lost all its customers. The man hastily packed up his stall before returning to the small boat where he lived alone.
A small brazier, a battered Iron Pot of unknown age, and an unsold fish ultimately became the man's meal to fill his stomach.
Chu Mu stood on the shore, still silently watching the man's every word and action.
On the surface, there was nothing peculiar about the man.
He was merely an ordinary mortal fisherman, alone and destitute, wearing away his days in the struggle to survive.
Yet after successfully becoming mortal, Chu Mu had vaguely gained the ability to sense a trace of this world's underlying currents.
Without question, in a world constructed specifically for becoming mortal, the mundane was the absolute core order.
Even if a person like him, one who was becoming mortal, sank into it and assumed the guise of a mortal, his essence remained that of a cultivator of rules.
Thus, within this world, those becoming mortal could appear on the level of the world itself like candles burning in the darkness.
When he had become mortal in this world and succeeded, the Heaven and Earth Sensing at that moment had allowed him to perceive, on the level of this realm's Heaven and Earth Rules, more than one aura that did not belong to this realm's mortals.
If that were all, it would merely mean that, aside from him, other mighty Dao Integration cultivators were also cultivating here through becoming mortal.
That had little to do with him. More importantly, he ought to stay far away from them.