And so, another half a year passed.
And on this day.
The Second-Grade Continent, Vast Continent, welcomed an uninvited guest. Chen Qiu's nominal sole disciple, the Seventh Prince of Great Xia Kingdom, had smoothly broken through to the Late Spirit Transformation Realm and arrived on Vast Continent.
He landed in Mystic Heaven Province.
"..."
In Cloud City, the Seventh Prince gazed at the many storytellers in teahouses recounting Chen Qiu's tales and was slightly dazed. Chen Qiu had not appeared on this continent for a long time, yet his existence seemed to have become a mythological tale, a story beloved by the people. Even if they had heard it countless times, they could not help stopping to listen whenever they heard it again.
After all, Chen Qiu was the person who had created the most miracles, and the greatest miracle, on this continent.
After standing there in silence for a long while, he silently clenched his fists. It seemed he still had a long road ahead if he wanted to catch up to his master, but he would not give up. He would keep striving and let his master know who Great Xia's foremost sword cultivator truly was!
"Heh."
At this moment, within an unknown pocket space above Mystic Heaven Province, the Qi Clan's Third Young Master—the man who had once led people to surround Chen Qiu, only to be imprisoned in a pocket space instead—had already reached the verge of mental collapse.
There was no spiritual energy left in his body. He no longer looked like a powerful cultivator at all.
With vacant eyes and ragged clothing, he sat in a corner, continuously giggling like a fool. His pupils could not even focus, and no one knew what he was thinking.
A full eight or nine years had passed.