After resolving the matter of Guan Wumian, Xu Zimo waited—for the Eight Kings' Pact, and for the arrival of the Living Immortal.
He wanted to see how Chu Yishan would resolve True Martial Sacred Sect's current predicament. Could it be that he truly intended to lead the entire sect to its death?
That was not what a qualified leader should do.
On the second day, Xu Zimo found the place where his parents had been buried.
His divine sense swept across billions upon billions of miles. Half a day was enough for him to cross the entire Yuanyang Continent.
Compared to the Nine Domains World, the Yuanyang Continent truly was merely a Small World.
Before an existence like him, one that had surpassed the barriers of worlds, no secret could remain hidden.
"Peach Blossom Spring." This was a secluded place hidden from the world.
It was not on the land of the Yuanyang Continent, but on an isolated island in the ocean.
Far from the clamor and splendor of the mortal world, it seemed cut off from the world—an island amidst the boundless sea.
This island had originally been pitifully small. As time passed, it had been destined to be swallowed by the sea.
But Xu Qingshan found this place and settled here with his wife.
They restored the island, planted peach blossoms, made it spring all year round, and fished by the shore.
They turned this desolate island into a paradise beyond the world. There was no conflict here, no intrigue or deception.
Xu Qingshan was no longer a Vice Sect Master, nor was he some overwhelmingly powerful expert.
He and his wife, Wenren Yun, simply lived ordinary lives here, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.
Peach blossoms lay to the south of the island, while fields lay