A year later.
At the center of the Profound Subtle Heaven Domain, the Profound Subtle Heaven Capital was now gone, along with its various transcendent structures. Only great rivers and mountains remained, stretching beneath a vast, desolate sky.
The area for tens of thousands of miles around the Heaven-Piercing Pagoda had been sealed off by all manner of fiends and demons. There were rogue cultivator old devils and demonic armies from every region of the Heavenly Domain. They waited by the stump for rabbits, slaughtering the gifted cultivators who entered the Profound Subtle Heaven-Piercing Tower.
This place was exceedingly chaotic. Sometimes, even when their own descendants entered the Immortal Realm, they risked being killed upon coming out.
Within the Wasteland.
In the distance, a man wearing a conical hat approached. He traveled beneath the blazing sun, his steps neither hurried nor slow.
Along the road leading toward the Profound Subtle Heaven-Piercing Tower, a small tea stall had unexpectedly appeared. Yet no fiends or demons drank tea, and aside from its owner, there was no one there.
The man was heading directly for that tea stall.
"Senior, the immortal path is wearying. Would you like a cup of spirit tea?" the foreign-race proprietor called out warmly to the man.
"Sure."
The man smiled faintly. There was not the slightest trace of baleful aura about him; instead, he was like a spring breeze, and wherever his voice reached, living beings felt an unusual warmth. He was none other than Chen Xun, who was widely rumored to have slaughtered his way across the entire Profound Subtle Heaven Domain!
He placed his conical hat on the table and sat down.
A moment later.
The foreign-race proprietor warmly brought over the steaming tea.
The instant Chen Xun drank the mountain tea, a flicker of excitement