This Place Has Fate with Me

Moo!

Looking at Wan Zeqian's corpse, Black Bull's eyes held a trace of melancholy as well.

Compared to strangers, they had spoken with Wan Zeqian in the mine. He could be considered the first cultivator in the Desolate Heaven Domain with whom they had formed even the slightest connection.

Even though it was now a Tribulation Transcendence Realm powerhouse, Black Bull felt that anyone who could meet them and exchange a few words with them was, more or less, connected by fate.

Everyone had their own road to walk.

Although it and Chen Xun did not wish to interfere too much with the paths of ordinary cultivators,

they did not want him to die just like this either.

Chen Xun naturally sensed Black Bull's emotions and sighed softly. "Meeting is fate. To us now, he may only have been a minor Void Refinement Realm cultivator, but we once walked the path of the Void Refinement Realm too."

"As for the arising and passing of fate, let us see him off one last time."

"Moo~"

Black Bull silently nodded and produced a row of incense burners. Wisps of blue smoke immediately spread through the air.

It and Chen Xun took out their suonas and began to play.

The distinctive sound of the suona echoed through the mine tunnel, carrying an especially desolate sorrow.

Sheets of yellow funeral paper made from Crane Spirit Tree wood were scattered casually around them, drifting down onto the ground.

Within this eerie mine tunnel, a funeral rite personally presided over by two Tribulation Transcendence Realm powerhouses began.

Cut off by the smog, no one outside knew what was happening here.

When the funeral ended, Black Bull dug a large pit in the ground and laid Wan Zeqian to rest.

It then used Crane Spirit Tree wood