In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
The turmoil on Shadow Island had subsided. Music once again rang out across the square, and everyone was bustling about. The people's hearts gradually settled, and the confident, joyous atmosphere of their former lives returned.
Yet after this small interlude, many began to speak fondly of the Mister. Even the many Personal Disciples began to miss their master, who had not shown himself for so long.
Some guessed that Yi Feng was at the end of the boundless sea of stars. Others believed he was cultivating bitterly within some supreme secret realm. There were even those convinced that Yi Feng had already transcended this world.
Whether they were disciples or people of every sort on Shadow Island, all regarded Yi Feng as a supreme existence, unable to determine where he might be.
No one had ever imagined that Yi Feng was actually on Cloud Star.
Less than a hundred million li away from Shadow Island, in a secluded little village.
It was afternoon, and the sunlight was bright.
Yi Feng had only recently gotten up and finished lunch. He was sitting beneath a tree at the village entrance, basking in the sun, while Manman slowly nibbled grass nearby, drawing the curious attention of the returning Zui Wuya.
"Brother Yi, what kind of Immortal Beast is this?"
Wei Donghai also wore a curious expression as he stepped closer and inspected it from side to side.
"This Immortal Beast... the more I look at it, the more it resembles a giant snail. It moves at a snail's pace. What use could this thing possibly have?"
The two old men, bamboo baskets on their backs, came over and began passing judgment, utterly unaware that the rich stench of manure behind them was fermenting