Chen Xun heard the whispers of those young cultivators.
He did not turn around. His gaze merely stirred ever so slightly before returning to calm.
Black Bull stood at his side, its massive body pausing faintly as it sent him a message through divine sense. For the first time, its tone carried something indescribable:
"Moo moo~~"
It was not a question, but confirmation.
Chen Xun fell silent for a moment. He said nothing, merely lifted his foot and took the first step.
The crowd remained clamorous. No one noticed the two figures beginning to head deeper into the mountain region, nor did anyone notice that with every step they drew nearer, the subtle vital currents of Tiandi around them quietly underwent some unspeakable change.
As though this mountain region, after lying silent for far, far too long.
At a moment even it had never anticipated.
Was beginning, in a soundless way.
To tremble faintly.
As if it had recognized something.
As if...
Something it had awaited for too long was finally about to arrive.
The mountain path grew quieter the farther they went.
The clamor behind them was gradually cut off into another world, as though the depths of this mountain region possessed an invisible barrier that shut all that bustle, all those human voices, all traces of this era outside.
The vital currents of Tiandi here became dense and ancient. Every breath carried a weighty texture steeped through hundreds of millions of years, as though even the air itself had been left behind by another epoch.
The mountain path beneath their feet was covered in ancient moss untouched by human feet, spreading through the cracks between stones, lush and silent. Towering old trees flanked the path, their interwoven branches blotting out the sky, leaving only specks of broken light