The boundless Immortal Path glimmered with ghostly flames.
The White-Clad One walked on, gathering the remnant bones buried along the Immortal Path.
He walked very slowly. A stretch he had previously covered in a few days now took him more than ten.
When they returned to the place where they had turned back before, the Brush of All Living Beings finally could not resist speaking. "I remember it only took us a few days to get here before. This time, it took over ten."
"If we keep going like this, finishing the Ascend to Immortality Ancient Road will probably take several extra years."
Su Mo put another set of remnant bones into his spirit ring, then straightened. "That's true."
No one had ever walked the transformed Ascend to Immortality Ancient Road in its entirety, nor did anyone know how long that would take. Now, they had even less idea.
But Su Mo did not think it mattered.
"So tired!" The Brush of All Living Beings lay on Su Mo's shoulder and could not help sighing.
Su Mo rolled his eyes. "You don't even have to walk. What are you tired from?"
"Hmm... my heart is tired."
"Do you have a heart?"
"Apparently not... then my spiritual consciousness is tired."
"...Let's go. The road is still long. Just think of it as sightseeing."
"What if that old bastard Three Pure Ones is waiting for us at the end?"
"We'll deal with it cold... we can't beat him anyway. What else can we do?"
"..."
The man and the brush bickered as they continued along the Immortal Path, as though they had forgotten many things.
A cool wind blew over the ancient road. That white-clad figure bending to gather bones seemed to have been painted into the scroll of the Immortal Path...