In the blink of an eye, Chen Yi arrived in the Northern Territory.
At that moment, Chen Jing, one of the Great Khan of the Northern Territory's two hundred adopted sons, was participating in the battle royale the Great Khan had meticulously devised to determine his successor.
Familiar with this stretch of history, Chen Yi naturally knew that his eldest brother would be the ultimate victor.
But now, Chen Yi felt it made more sense to help his brother race straight to the finish.
Previously, he had feared that changing his brother's life experiences would prevent him from succeeding in cultivation.
Now that he was an Immortal Lord himself, how difficult could it be to help someone reach late Qi Condensation and gain a thousand-year lifespan?
The last time Chen Yi had seen Chen Jing in reality was after his fifth simulation, before attacking the Desolate Ancient Secret Realm.
More than ten years had passed since then.
Not only had Chen Jing formally embarked on the path of cultivation, but he had also established a measure of prestige and a power base in the Northern Territory.
Inside a felt tent typical of the Northern Territory, Chen Jing was meeting with several tribal elders.
"Hahaha! With the support of the Dada Tribe and the Wala Tribe, rooting out those adopted brothers of mine will be much easier!"
Chen Jing wore his hair loose and disheveled, dressed in animal hides and sable fur like some mountain bandit chief.
He had already shed the etiquette of the Central Plains, largely assimilating into the rough-and-ready ways of the Northern Territory.
"Come! Let's raise our cups to a fruitful partnership!"
Chen Jing held a large bowl filled with strong fermented mare's milk and drank with everyone in the tent.
Just as he lifted his bowl