Time trickled by, and sunset clouds filled the sky.
Chen Xun was still leisurely pedaling his tricycle, basking in the evening breeze. A trace of beauty and remembrance lingered in his eyes, as though there was no pain left in his heart.
Behind the tricycle lay several wooden carvings, a pot of tea, and some camellias.
Fighting and killing had always been only one part of the immortal path. Riding a tricycle and quietly wandering about, taking in the sights, was also cultivation. Or perhaps... Chen Xun's heart had simply grown a little old.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a thousand miles away.
A flying artifact, neither quite sword nor sword, came whistling in at low altitude. Shielded by a barrier of mana, it stirred up no dust. A middle-aged man and woman stood atop it.
From how inseparable they appeared, they seemed to be Dao companions.
"Brother Tong... what is that?!" Surprise flashed through the woman's eyes. A man was using his feet to pedal a wooden cart, slowly making his way through the Desolate Heaven Domain?!
And there were even ordinary objects without a shred of spiritual energy piled behind it. Of course, she was not so foolish as to probe Chen Xun with her Divine Sense.
"Hehe, Sister Yao, he is likely some senior traveling through this place."
The man surnamed Tong wore a calm smile, though profound vigilance showed in every gesture. "Let us take a detour. Do not disturb him."
"Alright!" The woman's pupils contracted as she nodded heavily, her heart filled with dread.
It was said that any cultivator capable of surviving safely in the Desolate Heaven Domain had a Blood Sea of towering carnage behind them. There were absolutely no kind souls among them!
This man was plainly putting on an act of a