Distant mountains.
Chen Xun smiled warmly and slowly cupped his hands in salute.
Whether it was Heavenly Mountain or the Ink-Wash Mountains, both were chasms that barred the way. Even cultivators from the Five Aggregates Immortal Domain had never fully explored them. Once they left, none knew when they would meet again.
They departed.
Chen Xun and the others watched the Fushi Cult recede into the distance, leaving behind only traces of their past cultivation here. The place stood empty and desolate; only the leaves of immortal trees swayed in the wind, gradually obscuring the final Fushi Cult disciple from sight.
"Old Bull, seal this place with an array."
Chen Xun's profound gaze remained fixed on the distance. "They wished to leave behind some fortuitous encounters for the living beings of Heavenly Mountain, but this place was once also a remnant of the Myriad Tribulations Time-Sand. It must not be touched."
"Moo!"
"Little Scarlet, just leave some fortuitous encounters throughout these mountains."
Chen Xun spoke slowly, a deep look on his face, as though he were thinking about something else.
"Moo?" Black Bull stepped forward and gently nudged Chen Xun.
"It's that old brat Gu Lisheng. Without him leading the way, the Fushi Cult would never have left so quickly."
"Moo..."
Black Bull hurriedly shook his head. Clearly, those Fushi Cult cultivators had healed their injuries to the Dao of Rebirth. It should have had nothing to do with Young Master Gu.
"Old Bull, it was him."
"Moo?"
"There is no reason why. That beast has damaged my Dao heart. He must be slain." Chen Xun spoke calmly, his expression utterly serious.
Little Scarlet quietly winked at Black Bull.
Xun Bro had been in a bad mood these recent years. He always needed someone to take the blame. He could