The moment his words fell.
The surroundings instantly fell silent. The woman's face drained of color, and she turned trembling pupils toward Chen Xun. "Fellow Daoist, that kind of joke isn't funny..."
Suddenly.
Her gaze gradually turned icy, and she walked away on her own.
There were not many cultivators with unstable minds in the Cultivation World, but as luck would have it, she had encountered one.
Naturally, she did not believe Chen Xun's words, but she had no desire to deal with such a person again, so she left at once.
Black Bull raised his head for a look, then quietly lay back down.
Chen Xun turned his gaze back outside the window, utterly out of place amid the surrounding atmosphere.
He and Black Bull had always loved riding the Firmament Dao Rail. It was cheap, practical, and slow enough to clearly take in the scenery along the way. It was also the first Dao Artifact through which they had been awed by the Great World Immortal Dao civilization, leaving an indelible memory.
Now, the Firmament Dao Rail that had carried the memories of countless generations of beings from the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory was gone. Only the Shadow Immortal Realm's Sky Vault Dao Track remained.
The surroundings gradually grew noisy, while panic continued to spread.
Yet Chen Xun's gaze became ever more tranquil. Countless magnificent mountains and rivers flashed through his eyes, along with endless memories of the past.
For some reason, ever since his return, there had not been a trace of anger or regret in his heart. It was strange...
So strange that it was as though he had long foreseen everything, long prepared himself to calmly accept it all—neither startled nor angered, entirely unlike his former state of mind. It was as though he could