True Person Tan sat there far longer than Jing Jiu. Only after confirming that the amount of Immortal Qi he had collected was roughly equal to the Heavenly Earth Vital Energy he had taken away, and refining an Immortal Register and casting it toward Chaotian Continent, did he truly leave, though in a different direction from Jing Jiu.
Next, Xilai arrived here too and sat down in the bamboo chair.
That bamboo chair seemed to have become a place the Ascension Ones had to visit after leaving Chaotian Continent.
Xilai had just begun refining an Immortal Register when a mountain-like black shadow blocked that distant white fireball.
It was Cao Yuan. His cultivation realm was, of course, no lower than those of True Person Tan and Xilai, but coming to terms with things was harder than anything else.
"Would you like to sit?" Xilai asked.
Cao Yuan looked at the bamboo chair and shook his head.
This dark, cold world had neither heaven nor earth, nor any weight. He did not need to worry about his heavy golden body crushing the bamboo chair; the problem was that he could not fit into it.
After an unknown length of time, they too left, one after the other, in directions different from both Jing Jiu's and True Person Tan's.
The dark space of the universe had neither heaven nor earth, and naturally neither up nor down, neither left nor right, so there were countless directions.
Even those who came from the same place would find it hard to follow the same path.
Jing Jiu had his own direction.
The universe had no boundaries and nothing in it, empty to the utmost, yet some scents still lingered.
They were the familiar scents of the Demon-Suppressing Prison and purple flowers, along with