At the tombstone.
A white-haired old man stroked his beard with a faint smile, a trace of gratification in his eyes.
He stood there for a long while, watching the three disciples depart. No one knew what he had remembered, but he let out a soft sigh.
The green mountains around this sect remained as they had always been. The breeze stirred through the surroundings, carrying the sounds of yellow sand and fallen leaves. Those sounds slowly echoed through the silent mountains, yet received no response.
Today, the sky stretched clear for thousands of miles.
Heavenly Wheel Immortal Elder raised his head toward the heavens. There was only an endless expanse of sky and a few lone clouds glowing with sunset hues, making the scene seem somewhat desolate.
Suddenly.
His brows furrowed slightly as he murmured, "My master's Immortal Tomb has appeared in the world. Why am I suffering an immortal dao backlash?"
Heavenly Wheel Immortal Elder's expression turned rather colorful. That day, while he had been eating meat, a flood-like wave of immortal dao backlash had surged over him. Unable to catch his breath, he had passed out on the spot.
"I don't even know where my master's Immortal Tomb is. How was it found?!"
A glint flashed through Heavenly Wheel Immortal Elder's eyes. "But judging by this, the one opening the tomb was quite unreliable. Could they have been struck dead by my master's remaining immortal power...?"
At the thought, he snickered in place like an old child. He had no idea which juniors they were.
And judging by his demeanor, Heavenly Wheel Immortal Elder did not seem concerned about his master's Immortal Tomb at all.
For he remembered his master once saying that his Immortal Tomb had been meant as an opportunity for those who came after.