Celestial Court!
Xia Yi put away the Command Token, tidied his desk, then rose and left the private school.
After leaving the Celestial Court, he had come to travel among the Human Race in the Eastern Continent.
With a True Immortal's speed,
even without any special means, a few years had been enough to travel across the entire Eastern Continent.
In the end,
he had settled in a village.
The village was small, with fewer than a thousand people, but its people were simple and honest, and its peaceful surroundings greatly appealed to Xia Yi.
However,
although he had stayed, he had not revealed his identity. He had merely told them he was a scholar who had spent a few years studying.
Ultimately, he had gotten his wish and remained in the village as an obscure schoolteacher.
Day after day,
though his life was simple and uneventful, Xia Yi found it fulfilling and peaceful.
He had been born in an age of war and chaos, and had ultimately died fighting for the Human Race.
His life
had been spent almost entirely amid bloodshed.
Even the most warlike person would grow weary after years of bloodshed.
Xia Yi was no exception.
But back then, the Human Race's situation had been far from promising.
Even if he felt exhausted and weary of it all, he could only stand his ground and carve out a future for the Human Race.
Things were different now.
The Myriad Races had submitted, and the Human Race flourished.
Naturally, Xia Yi no longer wanted to become embroiled in slaughter.
But—
"People like me have the wind in our blood. We're destined never to find true peace."
Xia Yi sighed.
As he left the private school, some young men and elders were sitting beneath a large tree, enjoying