Old Daoist Hongjun

After eating and drinking their fill, whether they had enjoyed themselves or not, Yuan Tian did not know. He only knew that aside from their formidable combat prowess and eating prowess, these two fellows seemed to have no other merits. Originally, Yuan Tian had wanted to ask the two beasts about the events shortly after the creation of the world, but who knew they would know nothing when asked—utterly useless.

Yuan Tian himself had gained sentience not long after the creation of the world, but he had been on Penglai Island and knew very little about what had happened on the Primordial Continent before then—or rather, he knew practically nothing. So he had wanted to learn about it from others, only to find that his efforts had been for nothing.

They had eaten and drunk, and everything that could be asked had already been asked. What could not be asked, they simply would not know. Yuan Tian prepared to set off with the two beasts.

They could not stay in that place forever. There were no beauties there, and Yuan Tian had lost all interest in fishing. If they did not set out, what else was there to do? As for whether the two beasts had any objections, they truly had none. Everything revolved around Yuan Tian. At the very least, there was good food and good drink at his side—what objections could they possibly have?

Along the way, one man and two beasts chatted, traded banter, brewed wine, and ate meat. They lived as free and easy as drifting clouds and wild cranes, their little days immensely comfortable.

One day, Yuan Tian sensed from far away that a mountain ahead was brimming with spiritual qi. Purple qi stretched for a thousand li, descending from the heavens. There was no