Venturing down the mountain in his true form, Chen Changsheng felt more relaxed and carefree than ever before. Everything around him seemed fresh and new.
He had spent years inside his secret chamber. Although he could interact with the outside world through puppets, he could not experience it for real.
Birdsong reaching his ears, for instance, or leaves brushing against his fingers, or wind caressing his face.
Since his rebirth, he had spent all his time thinking about how to stop the Great Calamity from coming, never properly pausing to experience this world.
So this world was actually so vibrant and alive!
Chen Changsheng felt some regret, but soon made his peace with it.
Had he grown accustomed to it, it would no longer have felt fresh, and he would never have had these feelings.
Though he was traveling in his true form, Chen Changsheng felt no fear of danger at all, and his mind was more at ease than ever.
It was like laying down a thousand-pound burden, yet also like lingering fondly before plunging into an abyss.
Chen Changsheng walked very slowly along the way. He wanted to etch everything he could see firmly into his mind, to remember how everything before him made him feel.
He still had plenty of time. There was no hurry to do it.
Sometimes, he would suddenly take to the depths of the sky with Sword Flight, roaming freely.
Sometimes, he would jump into a river to feel the water's temperature.
Sometimes, he would climb into a treetop and nap there to shake off his weariness.
During these days, Chen Changsheng did every carefree, impulsive thing he had never done since his rebirth.
These were merely everyday activities for ordinary cultivators, yet Chen Changsheng enjoyed them immensely.
The only thing that felt