At this moment, heaven and earth had become clear and bright.
They were still seated within the Barren Mountain.
The ancient inscriptions on Ke Ding's face had completely faded, restoring him to that timid yet somewhat shrewd appearance of his. He looked rather pleasing to the eye, and before Chen Xun, he no longer carried that majestic, boundless Immortal bearing.
Chen Xun inexplicably glanced at the heavens and smiled. "An Immortal has already set their sights on you. Your realm is still lacking by a little; you cannot erase the karmic ties of Immortal Words, nor can you evade them."
"Ah..." Ke Ding sighed softly, somewhat troubled. "When I broke through to the Immortal Realm, I already felt cultivation was useless. Only in recent years have I come to realize that seeking the Dao is still useful."
A breeze drifted past.
The hair at Chen Xun's temples swayed with it as he spoke casually. "Who said that seeking the history of immortals was not part of the Immortal Dao? The Great Dao has countless paths. Ke Ding, have you not also been climbing one?"
Ke Ding's eyes narrowed slightly. A trace of emotion appeared in those ancient, mysterious pupils as he smiled. "Dao Ancestor jests. I have never fought anyone in my life. I merely comprehended two or three opportunities through my explorations."
"Then you should be all the more careful." Chen Xun nodded lightly and, without so much as a thought, snagged the Heavenly Gate Rain Dew before Ke Ding. "Since you are not drinking it, I'll keep it. Left in the air too long, its immortal aura will dissipate."
"...Fine." The corner of Ke Ding's eye twitched. "Please help yourself, Dao Ancestor. It is a trivial matter."
"This thing can allow a Qi Refining Realm cultivator to reach