These words were slow and drawn out, carrying an indescribable shock.
Though this senior's immortal path had been utterly ordinary, it was precisely because of that that it dealt Chen Yanshu's soul a tremendous blow...
What he saw was no longer the deeds of those legendary powerhouses, but the persistence of ordinary cultivators amid the Great World—a kind of extraordinariness that shone through mundane years, transcending the dust of the world.
This shock within the ordinary gave him an entirely new understanding of the path of cultivation. It was as though he had glimpsed the essence of cultivation, seen the extraordinary side of every ordinary cultivator.
This upheaval of his traditional understanding was like a clear breeze stirring ripples deep within his Dao heart. So this was why these people fought for immortality, why they disregarded life and death to stake everything on one final gamble.
Chen Yanshu's eyes grew several shades deeper, and even his breathing quickened slightly.
In an instant...
A horrifying crack stretched across his arm, yet not a drop of blood flowed from it. His eyes were still filled with exceedingly rich emotion.
Chen Yanshu glanced sidelong, merely giving his strange, powerful body an indifferent look.
Just a law-based Immortal Puppet.
"Yan Shu!"
"Yan Shu, how did it go?"
Several calls came from afar. Each of them held a plant resembling an ancient tree trunk carved by the years, radiating a faint, ghostly glow.
This "tree trunk" was Zhongnan Ganoderma. Its roots spread like dragons, burrowing deep into the terrifying environment of Fallen Heaven Islet. Its leaves were a dark green, spreading like wings and glimmering faintly.
Chen Yanshu turned his head unhurriedly and smiled. "There was no opportunity left behind."
Buzz!
A streak of fiery light shot over, appearing before Chen Yanshu in an instant.