True Spirit Ancient City was still as peaceful as ever.
Within a mountain range, the sound of a qin drifted melodiously.
Chen Xun and Black Bull reclined against a massive boulder, listening to Chu Zhen play. Seven-colored clouds slowly floated across the heavens, while the sunlight of three brilliant suns was so dazzling that their eyes narrowed.
"Chen Xun." Chu Zhen spoke softly, her fingertips never pausing. The music of her qin perfectly complemented the mountain and river scenery.
"I'm here."
With a smile in his eyes, Chen Xun looked at Chu Zhen and said unhurriedly, "Today is a rare fine day. The heavens stir, and all phenomena awaken."
"You are not a Dao Integration Realm cultivator, are you?" Chu Zhen's gaze darkened slightly as she suddenly said, "I can sense the reverence my ancestor holds for you. I never expected you to possess such blessed fortune."
Twang~
The qin music seemed to falter slightly, and fallen leaves drifted down in the direction of its notes.
"Hehe, between friends, why fuss over cultivation realms?"
"But in the Cultivation World, those of different realms are ultimately people from two different worlds. You do not understand me, and I do not understand you."
Chu Zhen lowered her head and played the qin, a faint smile spreading across her lips. "Now that things have come to this, can you tell me about that person? Chu Zhen is very curious."
Chen Xun fell silent for a long while. His gaze deepened, and his voice was exceptionally calm. "She passed away."
Twang!
The qin music gradually slowed. Chu Zhen slowly raised her head, disbelief in her eyes. Could even a great cultivator who inspired such reverence in her ancestor not defy heaven and change fate...
"It seemed an accident occurred upon her immortal path." Chu