Within the vast ancestral land, an immense clear radiance suddenly rang out, accompanied by an exceptionally grave voice:
"...So they are guests from afar. Please, come to my humble abode for a talk."
"Hehe, certainly."
Chen Xun nodded with a kindly smile and glanced to the side. "Old Bull, let's go. Looks like we'll get to sample the delicacies of this foreign land."
Come to think of it, they had not eaten anything for many years.
The Qing Shang Immortal Race cultivators around them looked toward the far rear in horror. Their hearts instantly churned like rivers and seas. Some extraordinary figure must have arrived; they simply did not know which old friend of their ancestor this was.
Chen Xun and Black Bull looked around as they walked.
This race's dojo contained many "stone formations," naturally formed arrays that had taken shape on their own. There were naturally many strange stones as well, making Chen Xun's heart burn with excitement. He kept exchanging looks with Black Bull, who understood at once and nodded repeatedly.
The Immortals traveling alongside them narrowed their eyes at this scene. Anyone whose depths could not be seen surely possessed a cultivation realm above theirs.
There were no mortal beings in Taihuang. Even those born there were innate cultivators who had already entered the Dao.
Half a day later.
They arrived amid mountains and rivers blanketed in ice and snow. The frigid cold had actually frozen the immortal energy in the air, where countless icy wisps drifted slowly about, as though they had entered a kingdom of snow.
That Qing Shang ancestor had called it a humble abode of coldness. It truly was one.
"The rules of Tiandi here are rather peculiar. Qing Shang Immortal Ancestor, release my Eternal Ancient Immortal Ships." Chen Xun spoke casually,