Spirit Void Sacred Province, Fushi Sect.
Azure light stretched endlessly across the heavens here, spirit birds cutting through the vast sky.
Cultivators of every race sat within cave abodes in all directions, chatting and discussing the Dao in utter leisure. Every few years, an ancestral master would also mount the dais to preach the Dao, immortal aura overflowing everywhere.
Chen Xun had likewise passed through an exceptionally tranquil stretch of years—no enemies without, no unrest within, and peace under heaven.
Only that Mountain-Seated Duck was truly restless. Not only was its mouth foul, but it had now taken on a strangely sarcastic tone, draping itself in the great banner of the State Religion as it went everywhere to debate the Dao with Dao Sects and Immortal Sects...
Whenever junior disciples were bullied outside, nearly all of the main lineage's Seven Mountains would set out under cover of night in a mighty procession to reclaim their honor. The Black Duck was still the one who shouted the loudest.
With nothing better to do, Chen Xun often followed along to watch the commotion. He left sunflower seed shells scattered all over other people's Dao grounds, frightening the old fellows there until they scarcely dared to breathe.
Yet he did not do much. He truly had only come to watch the spectacle, without even saying an extra word.
The cultivation environment of the Taiyi Great World was indeed utterly different from what it had been in those days. It was a world-shaking transformation, so great that even Chen Xun found much of it unfamiliar.
Many places held in his memories had silently vanished. Some had become the mountain gates of others, while towering immortal cities stood upon some of them.
Today.
Chen Xun sat cross-legged in his cave abode. The surrounding structures were