He swam back to the Medicine Field by the cliff, greeted Xiao Yu and Red Clothes, and picked up the Herb Hoe to tend the field.
Once he finished, he hurried down the mountain. It was raining in the Mortal Realm, and he was eager to return to the mountains to cultivate.
When he landed in the Mortal Realm, he found the turmoil among humans rather severe, the air thick with restless unease. Too lazy to investigate, he gave it a cursory glance before turning and darting toward the deep mountains.
He would take advantage of the rain to cultivate deep in the mountains. No matter how much uproar there was outside, he would not come out before the rain stopped.
The deep mountains were quieter than before. The Demonic Beasts that had made progress in cultivation had already moved to the Spirit Realm. Those left behind were Demon Spirits just beginning their cultivation journeys, still fumbling through the world in bewilderment.
He paid no mind even when he glimpsed dark shapes swimming through the curtain of rain.
Seeing little creatures peeking out from cracks in the rocks gave him a faint, dreamlike sense of old days returning.
He had been just like that back then. Even if he saw something strange and bizarre, he would forget it completely the moment he turned away, his mind filled only with the rainwater before him. More than five hundred years-how quickly time had passed.
He did not return to the forest where he had stayed before, deciding not to linger in any one place too long.
Rainwater tasted much the same everywhere anyway. Changing locations would be safer.
Which mountaintop he landed on to rest depended entirely on his mood. His movements were elusive, without any pattern at all.
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