Ancient Sword Immortal Domain, Nameless Little Wilderness Mountain.
The spring breeze brushed across the freshly green hills, carrying the faintly bitter scent of soil and wildflowers.
This mountain was incomparably barren, its immortal energy so thin it was nearly nonexistent. Even the lowest Rogue Cultivators could not be bothered to stop here.
In the small immortal city not far from the foot of the mountain, cooking smoke curled upward as ordinary citizens of the Immortal Realm busied themselves making a living.
Su Bai's calm gaze swept across this familiar yet unfamiliar land, stirring a fragment of distant memory.
Back then, there had also been a barren mountain, several ignorant youths yearning to cultivate immortality...
A faint smile surfaced in the depths of Su Bai's eyes.
It was not nostalgia, but understanding.
Time was like a wheel. After circling round and round, it had unexpectedly returned to a similar starting point.
No, this was the Immortal Domain. Even at the bottom rung, cultivation was beyond anything mortals could compare to.
What was similar was the road he had traveled.
Only, back then, his heart had been filled with the urgency of raising his sect and the resolve to stake everything on a single throw.
But now, his heart held only boundless composure and the serenity of having everything under control.
"Fate began here, and it shall rise here as well."
Su Bai murmured, his voice as soft as mountain wind brushing through grass.
Just then, a commotion came from the foot of the mountain.
Su Bai calmly looked over.
Thud!
A heavy object was brutally thrown down from the sky, smashing into the jagged rocks.
Immediately afterward came several voices filled with contempt and delight.
"Pah! A mud-legged peasant who ascended from the Lower Realm, and he does not even know