As soon as the words fell.
It seemed night had arrived. The lights of countless homes in Fallen Spirit Village and among the mountains suddenly blazed to life, as though invisible yet majestic hands were holding up a sky of myriad lights, brilliant beyond compare.
This tranquil moment was likewise shattered by clamor from all sides. The old man's smile deepened as he was supported by that young man and gradually walked farther away.
"Mo..." Black Bull's eye sockets trembled violently as he continued looking back.
Chen Xun stared ahead without sparing the old man another glance, yet a relieved smile appeared in his eyes as he murmured, "The old gentleman too..."
"Mo?!" Black Bull finally cried out and fiercely nudged Chen Xun.
Why had the old man turned his head in the wrong direction? Why did he need the young man to support him? Why had astonishment flashed through that young man's eyes after the old man spoke? It was because...
He was an Old Blind Man!
A hand gently pressed down on Black Bull's head. Their figures stepped out of Fallen Spirit Village and gradually vanished amid the mist-shrouded mountains and waters.
Yet at this moment, a voice still lingered amid the hazy mountain fog:
"Old Bull, the old gentleman has become mortal. This is the great completion of Mortal Dao. Do not disturb him any further."
On the mountain path.
Chen Xun glanced back faintly. A trace of beautiful expectation and envy appeared in his eyes. Immortals... were nothing more than this.
The old gentleman had succeeded in the end. He had found his past, painted the boundless within his heart, drifted for half his life before returning to his ancestral land—his Dao was complete!
"Moo~~~"
Black Bull stood beside Chen Xun and let out a long