After the chaos of immortals ended, all the ice and snow on Tian Ding Mountain melted completely, becoming a vast flood that utterly destroyed the mortal dynasties surrounding the mountain.
Qin Qingyu raised her hand and discovered that the Tian Ding Mirror, which should have been in her grasp, had vanished as well.
She wanted to determine exactly which era of Chenping Continent she was in.
But before that...
Qin Qingyu slowly turned around, her gaze falling on the young man in azure Daoist robes sitting beneath a large tree, warming himself by a campfire.
His features were sharply defined, and his long, ink-black hair was tied behind his head with a simple bamboo hairpin. A few strands stirred in the breeze.
They lent him an even more carefree air.
"Fellow Daoist."
The young man slowly spoke:
"Still on the road at this late hour?"
"...Yes."
Having turned around, Qin Qingyu nodded to the young man sitting beneath the tree.
She could see through his cultivation.
The ascension realm.
Throughout Chenping Continent's history, since Tian Ding Mountain became its holy land of cultivation, only thirty-three ascension realm cultivators had ever emerged.
Excluding herself and True Person Ducang, Chen Yan, who had lived in the era when the Immortal Path was severed, that left thirty-one.
Qin Qingyu knew something of the histories of all thirty-one ascension realm True Persons.
Precisely for that reason, Qin Qingyu soon recognized the ascension realm cultivator before her.
She also learned which era she was currently in.
"Please."
The young man in azure Daoist robes extended his hand and pointed to the spot opposite him across the campfire, inviting Qin Qingyu to sit.
"Sorry for the intrusion."
Qin Qingyu did not decline. She simply sat beside the campfire as the young man in azure Daoist robes