Farewell to the Mortal World, a New Journey

When Kuroshou Old Ancestor flew into a thunderous rage, Shen Yun had long since returned to the mortal world, calm as drifting clouds and gentle wind, quietly watching the flowers before the courtyard bloom and fall.

It was early summer, and Danxia Island brimmed with life.

Fragrant grass had gathered into jade-green, birds chirped now and then, and morning dew slid slowly down broad leaves, dropping into the stream with a clear "ding," its lingering note spreading softly through the valley.

In the small courtyard, the stove fire glowed faintly red, and cooking smoke curled upward.

Shen Yun rolled up his sleeves and stir-fried at the stove at an unhurried pace. Immortal vegetables and spiritual meat tumbled in the wok, and their fragrance followed, spreading all around.

Shen Qingruo wore her hair in a bun and a plain dress, quietly picking vegetables at his side.

Their movements were gentle and slow, exuding a wordless understanding. It seemed they were not merely preparing fine dishes, but carefully savoring this final stretch of mortal warmth and smoke.

There was no radiance of divine abilities, only the crisp sound of a blade lightly touching the chopping block, the ordinary filled with warmth.

Before long, a bamboo table had appeared on the grass, its tabletop shining with a warm spiritual light. Bowls, plates, cups, and chopsticks were set out in order, and every dish was bright in color, tempting enough to make one's fingers twitch.

During the feast, there was no sound of laughter or talk, only a quiet leisure that gently enveloped this small patch of heaven and earth.

Before this, Shen Yun had already taken leave of all his kin, friends, and old acquaintances. Those earnest exhortations and the reluctance at the bottom of their eyes had all turned into the most