Uchiha Shin stood there with his brows tightly furrowed, finding it hard to accept this reality.
"You five should kill yourselves. Once you reach the Underworld, go spend some time in the eighteenth level of hell." Uchiha Shin spoke coldly.
The five great immortals trembled inwardly upon hearing this. They wanted to beg for mercy, but the words would not leave their mouths. They had tried to kill Uchiha Shin—could he possibly spare them?
They could not escape either. With helpless shakes of their heads, the five great immortals could only choose suicide.
Their souls then slowly drifted toward the Underworld.
Standing atop a rock, Uchiha Shin gazed into the distance, unable to find anything to say for a while.
Why had his own sect sent people to assassinate him?
He did not understand, nor could he make sense of it.
Could it be that his existence had affected Patriarch Bodhi?
He did not believe it. His master was not that sort of person.
Uchiha Shin left the mountain. He had originally intended to go to Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave, but he unconsciously veered off course.
He wanted to think this matter over carefully.
Before he realized it, Uchiha Shin arrived at a small city. It was not very large, with only one or two hundred thousand residents.
Yet the little city was prosperous and peaceful, and its people lived and worked in contentment.
After all, the Western Ox-He Continent was comparatively peaceful, the most peaceful of the four continents.
After entering the city, Uchiha Shin planned to find a restaurant for a meal. More importantly, he wanted to have some wine.
He realized that he had not drunk in a long time. He had been busy all these years. Ever since leaving Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave, he