Time trickled by, and the evening clouds filled the sky.
Chen Xun was still leisurely pedaling his three-wheeled cart, letting the evening breeze wash over him. A trace of beauty and remembrance lingered in his eyes, as though there was no pain left in his heart.
Behind the cart lay several wooden carvings, a pot of tea, and some camellia flowers.
Fighting and killing had always been only one part of the immortal path. Riding a three-wheeled cart and quietly wandering about, seeing the sights, was also cultivation. Or perhaps... Chen Xun's heart had simply grown a little old.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a thousand miles away.
A sky-soaring magical artifact, sword-like yet not quite a sword, came whistling in at low altitude. Shielded by a barrier of mana, it did not stir up any dust. A middle-aged man and woman stood atop it.
Judging from how inseparable they were, they seemed to be Dao companions.
"Big Brother Tong... what is that?!" Surprise flashed through the woman's eyes. A man was pedaling a wooden cart, leisurely traveling through the Desolate Heaven Domain?!
And there were even some utterly spiritless mortal objects placed behind it. Of course, she was not foolish enough to probe Chen Xun with her divine sense.
"Hehe, Yao Mei, that is likely some old senior traveling through this place."
The man surnamed Tong revealed a calm smile, though intense vigilance showed in every movement he made. "Let us take a detour. Do not disturb him."
"Alright!" The woman's pupils shrank slightly as she nodded gravely, her heart filled with horror.
It was said that any cultivator who could safely survive in the Desolate Heaven Domain had a sea of blood behind them. None of them were kind souls!
This person was clearly putting on an act of