Jade Cloud Archipelago, within a small world.
An endless grassland stretched out here, countless cattle and sheep gathered in herds, while herdsmen rode tall red horses and drove vast flocks of cattle and sheep.
Several children rode atop cows, playing about without the slightest care for the adults shouting behind them.
Yet their gazes were fixed on the mountains at the distant horizon.
It was said that beyond those mountains lived immortal cultivators capable of anything.
Naturally, their hearts yearned for that place. Yet the mountains could only be seen, only imagined.
They could not be touched, nor could their scent be caught!
And at this moment, unbeknownst to them, a figure stood atop the mountain, watching the grasslands, watching the frolicking cattle and sheep, lost in a daze.
That figure was Ye Jingyu. His gaze was still somewhat unfocused.
To him, rising with the sun and resting at sunset, with nothing more to worry about than three meals a day, carried a different sort of feeling.
"A mortal realm without war or harassment truly is exceptionally beautiful!"
Ye Haihe's voice suddenly came from behind him.
This small world was not large, only about the size of several islands.
Yet more than a hundred thousand mortals lived here.
It was merely because there were so few spirit veins here—indeed, none at all—that it had become a place where the Jade Family supplied its population.
Ye Haihe even suspected that the Jade Family might forget a place like this.
After all, without spirit veins, the chances of cultivators with spirit roots being born here would naturally be even lower!
But it had to be said that it was safe as well. Without spiritual energy, demon beasts would not enter this small world.
"Great-Uncle Haihe!" Ye Jingyu hurriedly bowed upon seeing Ye