His Name Was "Zhou Yan"!

Four years later.

On another day,

the Cauldron-Bearing Strongman Zhou Yan finished his shift. As usual, he went to the Wall of the Myriad Immortals and looked up at the characters and names carved into the cliff.

"Zhao Yi."

"Wu Yifei."

"Wei Yanhu."

"Han Changqing."

Name after name, character after character—some restrained, some flamboyant, some ethereal, some plain. Each gave a different impression, and all shone upon the cliff.

These were disciples who had come from Dongqi Dao Academy. They had studied there in their youth, then gone to One Origin Dao Academy. After becoming Transcendent Immortals, they had returned to the place where their Immortal Dao journeys began. On a whim, one former academy head had asked the returning Fourth-Rank Upper Immortals to inscribe their names on this cliff.

Gradually, it became a tradition.

From then until now, most cultivators who had come from Dongqi Dao Academy returned after becoming Transcendent Immortals and wrote their names on the cliff.

It became known as the Wall of the Myriad Immortals.

The cliff represented Dongqi Dao Academy's honor, but it was also a gift from those who had gone before to the disciples who followed.

Every character on the wall held a Transcendent Immortal's understanding of the Dao.

To other Fourth-Rank Upper Immortals, those insights were ordinary. Many were shallow, and many secret arts were incomplete. But they were meant to help First Rank and Second Rank cultivators. If such cultivators could grasp something from them, the road ahead would be much smoother.

At the very least, they would benefit until they became Transcendent Immortals.

Year after year.

Generation after generation.

Countless Dongqi Dao Academy disciples, past and present, had cultivated beneath this cliff and looked up at the Transcendent Immortals' names and inscriptions. Disciples of exceptional comprehension had indeed gained