Dusk fell, and the setting sun stained the horizon red.
Falling Wind Town.
It was a small town thirteen hundred li east of Myriad Immortal City.
From an open vantage point in the town, one could just make out, on the distant horizon, the shadow of the ten-thousand-zhang city walls. Above them hung the faint outline of the Myriad Immortal Hall, almost level with the sun.
Carts and horses came and went through the town, while cooking smoke curled into the air.
A young woman in a plain white dress walked alone down the street, leading a handsome black horse. A short black sword hung at her waist.
She looked a little forlorn.
Or rather, a faint sorrow always lingered about her.
Zhong Yumo.
Zhong Yumo.
She was the seventh disciple Chen Yan had taken in, a talent for Unhewn Truth he had discovered during his twelfth Reincarnation.
In truth, across all the Reincarnations Chen Yan had lived through, he had found far more Immortal Cultivators with the potential to reach the Sage Realm than the dozen or so he had brought under his wing as Personal Disciples.
Even in a land like Azure Crossing Continent, which was not far behind Heaven-Stabilizing Continent—the Immortal Origin Land, the Thousand Sages Domain—tens of thousands of Immortal Cultivators with the potential to enter the True Purity Realm could be born over a hundred thousand years.
The same was true of Heaven-Stabilizing Continent.
The world had never lacked geniuses.
But the vast majority of them were buried by circumstance, for one reason or another.
That was especially true on the Path of Immortality.
There might be a peerless genius whose talent surpassed that of a million True Immortals. If he grew up unhindered, even the Heavenly Lord Realm would be no more than the