At this moment, heaven and earth had become clear and bright.
They were still seated amid the barren mountains.
The ancient inscriptions on Ke Ding's face had completely faded, restoring him to that timid yet slightly shrewd appearance. He looked rather pleasing to the eye, and before Chen Xun, he no longer carried that majestic, boundless immortal might.
Chen Xun inexplicably glanced at the heavens and smiled. "An immortal has already set their sights on you. Your realm is still lacking a little; you cannot erase the karmic ties of Immortal Words, nor can you evade them."
"Alas..." Ke Ding sighed softly, somewhat troubled. "When I broke through to the Immortal Realm, I already felt that cultivating immortality was useless. Only in recent years did I come to realize that seeking the Dao was still useful."
A gentle breeze swept past.
The hair at Chen Xun's temples stirred in the wind as he spoke casually. "Who said the path of seeking the history of immortals was not an immortal path? The Great Dao has ten thousand branches. Ke Ding, have you not been climbing one yourself?"
Ke Ding's eyes narrowed slightly. A trace of emotion appeared in those ancient, mysterious pupils as he smiled. "Dao Ancestor, you jest. Throughout my life, I have never fought anyone with Dao arts. I merely comprehended two or three opportunities amid my explorations."
"Then you should be careful." Chen Xun nodded lightly. Without a sound, he whisked the Heavenly Gate Rain Dew before Ke Ding away. "Since you are not drinking it, I'll keep it. Leaving it in the air too long will cause its immortal qi to dissipate."
"...Fine." The corner of Ke Ding's eye twitched. "Dao Ancestor, please help yourself. It is only a trivial matter."
"This thing can let a Qi