After everyone else left, only Xuantian remained. At that moment, a woman in a yellow dress suddenly appeared and said helplessly, "You still have the mood for this?"
"Haha, over these long years, it has either been seclusion or more seclusion. I've been bored stiff.
Now that I've found such an interesting world, I can use it to pass the time.
Go about your business. No need to treat me differently. Oh, and congratulations on reaching the Eighth Heaven!
Among Hong Huang's native living beings, your cultivation is already the highest."
"Alright, then I'll take my leave!"
Xuantian left the Samsara Space and appeared in an uninhabited wilderness. He traveled on foot, and half a month later, he discovered Quicksand Market within this desolate land.
To the north of Quicksand Market stood a dark brown hill covered in gravel, giving off an eerie and terrifying feeling.
At the foot of the hill on the other side lay a lush oasis filled with thriving trees and overflowing with life. It was where the nearby herdsmen grazed their livestock. As evening fell, they were driving their cattle and sheep home.
He even encountered acquaintances he had only recently parted from, as he learned from Meng Qi.
Xuanbei had brought his two disciples, Meng Qi and Zhenhui, along the rugged mountain path to mourn relatives who had died years ago. Yet upon reaching the summit, he claimed that they had forgotten the incense, candles, and other offerings for the memorial, sending his two disciples down the mountain to retrieve them.
After the two left, Meng Qi intended to send his junior brother away to fetch the incense and candles while taking the opportunity to flee Shaolin temple himself. He planned to wait a few years until he had grown stronger before venturing