Venerable Xuantian, Reopening Samsara.

Early summer.

Luo Chen was studying alchemical formulas on the mountain, seated beneath a peach tree. The branches above his head stretched out, gently kneading his shoulders.

This peach tree was nourished every day by the pure Wish Power of countless citizens of the Great Wu Dynasty, and its cultivation had long since reached the Heaven-Piercing Realm.

Yet it had also reached a bottleneck. Without heaven-defying fortune, it would be difficult for it to break through its innate limitations and enter Dao Union.

Luo Chen could enlighten it and allow it to better guard Primordial Coiling Mountain.

But not now. There was no need for it now, either.

Luo Chen held a book containing information on all manner of spiritual herbs and medicines he had collected over the years.

Suddenly losing interest, he closed the book and spread his divine sense across the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, looking to see if anything interesting was happening.

Xu Lin was teaching his disciples cultivation at the High Heaven Sword Pavilion in Kunlun Heaven.

Over the years, he had taken on two more personal disciples. He was deeply interested in teaching disciples and passing down his legacy.

Tian Yuanzi had founded an academy in Dao Arts City, recruiting talented individuals far and wide without regard for their background or origins. So long as they could comprehend a legacy from the Myriad Laws Stele, they could enter the academy to study.

Once the academy's disciples had accomplished something in their studies, he did not care whether they stayed or left.

The academy Tian Yuanzi had established had become a sacred land coveted by everyone in the Nine Heavens Ten Lands, as well as the largest neutral faction.

Feng Qing was cultivating in seclusion. The last time he had expounded the Dao to her, she