Beneath the Profound Subtle Heaven-Piercing Tower, Profound Subtle Heaven Capital.
The surroundings remained as bustling as ever, untouched and unaffected by any chaos of war.
Outside an unremarkable pavilion, a Void Refining Realm shopkeeper was crafting restrictions. He was taciturn; even the cultivators inside the pavilion rarely saw him speak.
Tap...
Footsteps drew near. A man with somewhat unusual bones approached and said calmly, "Shopkeeper, do you sell longevity pills here?"
A powerful cultivator!
The shopkeeper's gaze sharpened, and vigilance instantly rose within him. The work in his hands slowly came to a halt. Without looking up, he said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist, this shop only sells certain magical artifacts. We have no pills for sale."
"Much less longevity pills. Fellow Daoist, I fear you have come to the wrong place."
"Yet judging by your aura, your qi and blood are far more abundant than those of a Void Refining Realm cultivator. You are clearly someone who has taken longevity pills."
"...Who are you?!"
A cold gleam surfaced in the shopkeeper's eyes as he abruptly raised his head, only to see an exceedingly unfamiliar face. "Fellow Daoist, this is the Heavenly Capital. Do not entertain any ill intentions."
"That person said he would give you juniors an answer."
The man with the unusual bones smiled faintly. "Now that the chaos of the Great World has only begun to show itself, this is no longer a safe place. I am Yuan Ming. Greetings, Brother Dai."
Bang—
The shopkeeper's pupils suddenly constricted. Fragments of the restriction slipped from his palm... His entire body trembled slightly. It was those two seniors... He was merely an unknown nobody. Did they still remember him after all this time...
Could the person with the same name now wanted by the Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance truly be them?!
Bloodshot