At the edge of the transport ship.
Tian Yun hurriedly hoisted the wooden box onto his back and strapped it in place.
His appearance had not changed in the slightest from when he first met Chen Xun—still youthful, with clear eyes and black hair like light drifting clouds among the mountains, soft and smooth as it cascaded down from his head.
Tian Yun was not particularly tall either. In a crowd, he was the sort of person easily overlooked.
After enduring thousands of years of wars beyond the domain, there was no numbness or indifference in his eyes. Instead, he still looked as though he anticipated every unknown.
At that moment, there was a small grave mound beside him. The Immortal Kingdom Military Court cultivators in the distance all felt their eyelids twitch when they saw it.
Tian Yun's Grave!
This man had been accidentally rescued by Immortal Kingdom cultivators. They heard he had been dug out of a grave. On that day, a great battle had been underway, yet he had brazenly been building himself a grave on the front lines. His fate was easy enough to imagine...
Under the world-destroying barrage of magical power, Tian Yun, who had only built half his grave, had a grave erected for him on the spot and was sent straight into it!
They had even spared him the latter half of the process. No need to keep building—it was buried in an instant.
Yet this man had survived the great calamity. A powerful cultivator dug him out, and when asked where he came from, he inexplicably mentioned Fushi Sect, saying that he had come to the Extraterritorial Battlefield to gain experience...
What a bold claim. On the front-line battlefield, not even the Immortal Kingdom Military Court, the powerful experts of myriad races,