Chu Feng went to sleep feeling depressed and miserable.
He felt that even if he disappeared on this trip, it would probably take everyone ages to notice.
Wait, didn't we have a son/godson/younger brother?
I might as well just die!
Chu Feng didn't know that while he had seen blue mist and the Flower of the Other Shore near Kunlun Mountain, all kinds of strange changes were taking place elsewhere on Earth as well.
Qingyang Town and Shuntian were no exceptions. Neither place was peaceful, and both had seen quite a commotion.
But for the four people he had contacted, all those changes and commotions were hardly worth mentioning...
Chu Zhiyuan and his wife were having a meal, enjoying time alone together.
Everything looked calm and lovely. The storms outside had nothing to do with them.
Not for the moment.
Meng Chuan was guiding Yaoyao's cultivation, broadening her limits and her path. With the potential of an Immortal Emperor, she had to take every step to its limit—and then beyond it.
Anything less would be a waste.
Monster Monster devoted herself wholly to cultivating a supreme scripture, deaf to everything beyond her window.
The fact that she had answered Chu Feng's call was already a great favor to him.
Early the next morning, Chu Feng left a thank-you gift for the tribe and continued on his way.
He headed west toward Kunlun Mountain. That had been the goal of his journey from the start.
Chu Feng traveled fast. In just a day or two, he reached a point from which he could see Kunlun Mountain in the distance.
It towered over the land, vast and imposing, like the backbone of heaven and earth.
Even from afar, Chu Feng could feel the pressure it gave off.
"No wonder it's called the