Over the past two hundred years, Chen Yan had been wandering through the corners of the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent.
He usually traveled alone. Though strikingly handsome, he seemed deeply repressed and reserved, making others respect him from afar.
To avoid drawing unnecessary attention, Chen Yan had concealed his cultivation at the Qi Condensation Realm Mid-stage.
But now, the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent was in troubled times.
In the two hundred years since the struggle for power had ended, the orthodox traditions of the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent had scattered, order had crumbled, and chaos was everywhere.
In such an age, lone cultivators often became prey in the eyes of those whose hearts had birthed evil thoughts.
Over the past two hundred years, a "Qi Condensation Realm" cultivator like Chen Yan, wandering alone between heaven and earth, had been targeted more times than anyone could count.
Though this minor cultivator in a simple, plain white daoist robe was merely a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator,
even a mosquito's leg was still meat.
Yet every person who had once come seeking him with malicious intentions ultimately vanished without a trace, as though they had never existed.
And Chen Yan had never cared.
Two hundred years had passed, and the Heaven-Stabilizing Continent was gradually beginning to stabilize. Incidents like being ambushed and killed had not happened for many years.
To Chen Yan, the passage of time was like a breeze brushing past him. A mere two hundred years was no different from a few days.
Chen Yan walked down a street in a Village town. Vendors lined both sides of the road, their stalls mostly displaying common medicinal herbs, along with fragments of jade, porcelain tiles, and roof tiles.
Every vendor claimed that these broken jade pieces and porcelain tiles had come from some Immortal Dao sect destroyed during