Later.
Chen Xun took Black Bull and the others wandering, and also brought Mu Feng out of Eternal Ancient.
It was obvious.
Chen Xun had gradually begun to distance himself from this mortal world. Those few figures were forever reflected in his eyes. From then on, he no longer enjoyed liveliness, much less joining in the bustle, and touched none of the karmic ties of heaven and earth.
In this Immortal Realm.
Other than Ni Canghuan and the others, no younger generation could catch his eye.
Other than Ke Ding, Heavenly Wheel, and the others, no fellow Daoist could catch his eye.
Immortal Realm Calendar, eleven million one hundred thousand years.
A full hundred thousand years had passed since Ji Kun underwent Ancient Transformation and descended into the lower-realm universe.
Immortal Realm, Underground World!
Beneath the Immortal Realm was not darkness and deathly silence, but an incomparably vast underground heaven and earth.
The ground here was not made of ordinary earth and stone, but layer upon layer of crystal walls formed from Immortal Spirit Stones, like a glassy continent that had slumbered since ancient ages. Radiance surged in its depths, illuminating veins that would endure through eternity.
Enormous earth chasms hung upside down like the Skyvault. Towering stone pillars rose from the earth, piercing all the way to the peak of endless darkness. Glimmering spirit vines grew upon them, like galaxies cascading down.
The underground lakes in the distance stretched beyond sight. Their waters were not clear, but flowed with milky-white immortal qi, roiling like a sea of clouds.
Every so often, one could see a floating crystal mountain suspended above a void abyss. The entire mountain was transparent yet heavy, having not moved for tens of millions of years, standing quietly like an ancient relic.
There was no