An empty name shackled the body and only added turmoil.
Sixty years passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Linyuan truly could not understand how those who went into secluded cultivation for hundreds of years at a time could endure the loneliness.
A single sixty-year cycle of cultivation on Jun Mountain had already exhausted his patience.
He left several voice transmissions, then went down the mountain alone again.
That year, Chen Linyuan was a hundred and thirty-two, already at the late Golden Core realm.
He encountered no bottlenecks in his cultivation. Such speed baffled even the many elders of his sect, who worried that his foundations might be unstable.
Little did they know that their concern was precisely Chen Linyuan's own.
After so long without fighting, even his sword intent might grow rusty.
The Sword Dao was his foundation. If his blade rusted, his foundations would naturally become unstable. How could he then advance with courage and vigor?
Chen Linyuan traveled west and north. In a secluded valley outside Xiangyang City, he saw what a senior sword cultivator had left behind. In Chang'an, he heard many legends of the Xuan Emperor, and he also helped Heaven's Deputy Office slay many wanted fugitives.
Eventually, he arrived at the border of the Central Region's Tang Court, where it met the Xia Kingdom of the Western Desert.
Perhaps this was the most chaotic, lawless place in the entire Central Region.
To the west lay the Xia Kingdom's Jiakela Desert, to the north the lands of Guifang and Luze in the Northern Frontier, and to the south the mysterious Wusun Kingdom.
Indeed, so inexplicably high was the proportion of the Demon Race here that rumor held there was an entrance to Between Mountains and Seas nearby. Countless demons traveled to and from Between