Ordinary Cultivators of the Great World - Yuan Ming

Three days later.

Chen Xun's Void-Spanning Sound Transmission Disk trembled once every two hours. Tian Li was the most anxious of them all, constantly asking whether something had gone wrong... whether they needed more hands.

He and Black Bull hurriedly set out as well. The black-smoke belching fit had finally ended, and there was no reason to remain in the plains around the Profound Subtle Heaven-Piercing Tower.

Still, Chen Xun briefly glanced toward the pavilion outside. Dai Xinqing was not there today. Perhaps he was in secluded cultivation, perhaps he had already left. In the vast Cultivation World, even a chance encounter was no easy thing.

With this parting, who knew whether they would ever meet again? After all, they too were preparing to leave the Profound Subtle Heaven Capital.

The powers in this great region were far too intricate and immense. Even Mistdark, one of Profound Subtle Heaven's colossal factions, had its main headquarters here. This was also where the various Immortal Pavilions truly resided—a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons lay everywhere.

Chen Xun and Black Bull did not enjoy staying here. Most importantly, they had no holdings here and no sense of belonging. Especially that legendary Profound Subtle Immortal Palace—it seemed to be up among those stars.

After breaking through to the Great Vehicle Realm, their hearts had instead filled with a deep loathing, as though it was drawing ever nearer. They no longer had the carefree mood they had possessed during the Void Refining Realm, when they had traveled everywhere.

Out of sight, out of mind. They thus set foot on the road to Spirit Realm Manor.

Holding the Primordial Qi Coordinate Box, they traveled through cloud-piercing transit passages for two days before arriving before the Cloudmist Formation of Spirit Realm Manor.

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