In the void, Zeng Nu was patrolling aboard his vessel. He had been doing this for more than a decade. Now that it was not wartime, there was no need for others to coordinate with him; one person was enough to handle the task.
Because of the repercussions of the shifting heavenly order, Celestial Xia had undergone many subtle changes in recent days. Yet the void had changed the least.
The Void Evil Gods seemed to have grown somewhat more numerous. Yet strangely, even though there were more Void Evil Gods, they still abided by their agreement with Celestial Xia and had not crossed into the territories long ago demarcated between Celestial Xia and the evil gods.
Moreover, even if he entered the territory marked out by the evil gods, it was harmless so long as he did not remain there long. After making his customary circuit, he was about to return.
A feeling stirred within him, and he saw a Daoist approaching atop a ritual carriage.
Zeng Nu could be counted as widely experienced. One look at the ritual carriage beneath the man's feet told him that the newcomer might be a cultivator of the Qiuquan realm. But why was such a figure in the void at this moment?
He did not recognize the man, though he did not know most of Celestial Xia's Upper Layer either. Just as he was about to step forward and inquire, the Daoist discovered the patrol vessel before him. His figure swayed slightly, and he crossed from an exceedingly distant place to arrive before Zeng Nu. He gave a cupped-hand salute and said, "Greetings, fellow Daoist."
Zeng Nu hurriedly returned the salute. "Greetings, Senior."
The Daoist asked, "May I ask, fellow Daoist, where is this place?"
Zeng Nu looked at him in surprise.