Afterward, he fell silent.
Chen Xun merely gazed quietly at the wavering face upon the pool's surface—familiar, yet unfamiliar.
He gently reached out and touched that face, shattered across the pool's surface by the splashing waterfall.
It shimmered beneath the pure moonlight, only to be endlessly broken apart by Chen Xun's hand before slowly reforming again, over and over.
Chen Xun raised his head toward the night sky, toward the boundless river of stars spanning the heavens, and his expression grew a little calmer.
"Tonight's sky is truly splendid."
A gentle smile hung on his lips. His gaze was unfathomably deep as he murmured softly, "...It's my first time seeing such dreamlike moonlight in the Three Thousand Great Worlds. This immortal path has not been in vain."
As for what had happened an hour ago, he had somewhat forgotten it.
It was like awakening from a great dream. That beautiful dream might linger faintly in one's mind, but it would eventually fade away until it could no longer be recalled.
Chen Xun seemed to remember only tonight's moonlight, only the stars filling the sky tonight.
He sighed softly. Even the night wind seemed to echo that sigh, carrying it slowly into the distance, to places unknown.
Ask about the meaning of cultivating immortality, and ninety-nine out of a hundred people would say it was for Longevity. The remaining one would say it was to carve a bloody road and fight for immortality.
Yet he had long since attained Longevity... and had long since become an Immortal.
Chen Xun lowered his head to look at his hands, stained with blood, and a faint trace of loss appeared in his eyes.
He had always understood why he cultivated immortality. He had understood it from the very beginning.
Rustle...
The Crane Spirit Tree