Mu Qianxun slowly finished writing his diary, constantly reminiscing about the past. Sometimes, when it came to the growth of the strong, choosing the right path was more important than working hard.
"Alas!"
The old man let out a long sigh. "If the three of us hadn't gone traveling through the Nine Continents world back then, none of this would have happened."
Fate had driven him toward the end of the road.
Now, a "Mu Qianxun" had taken his place as a miner in the Immortal Realm, while he himself had become a complete illegal resident.
All he could do was hide and observe the other man, waiting for the day when he could expose him with this diary.
He was enduring humiliation and bearing a heavy burden.
That man was a mortal, yet he had actually tried to interfere in the Immortal Realm. He had remained hidden in the Lower Realm without ascending—there had to be an enormous scheme behind it.
Meanwhile.
A huge immortal ark was moored outside the Immortal Realm.
In the distance, hazy clouds and mist drifted about, radiating a sacred golden light. It perfectly matched Night Emperor's stereotypical impression of the Immortal Realm.
Night Emperor looked around with boundless curiosity. "A new world, a new territory."
Beside him, the old man Mu Qianxun watched his gaze and could not help showing a nostalgic expression. "Your eyes remind me of when I first came to the Immortal Realm."
"Back then, I was just as ambitious as you, determined to make the whole world know how powerful I was! Until I was told to apply for a job as a miner."
Night Emperor had discovered that this old man was somewhat humorous, with the natural air of a comedic actor.
"After that, I went through the miners'