Afterward, he fell silent.
Chen Xun merely gazed quietly at the face swaying across the pool's surface—familiar, yet strange.
He gently reached out and touched that face, shattered across the pool's surface by the splashing waterfall.
It glittered beneath the pure moonlight, only for Chen Xun's hand to keep breaking it apart, after which it slowly reformed, over and over again.
Chen Xun raised his head and looked towards the night sky, towards the vast, boundless river of stars filling the heavens. His expression grew a little more tranquil.
"The sky tonight truly is splendid."
A gentle smile hung at the corner of his lips. His gaze was unfathomably deep as he murmured softly, "...This is the first time I've seen such dreamlike moonlight in the Three Thousand Great Worlds. My immortal journey has not been in vain."
As for what had happened an hour earlier, he had somewhat forgotten it.
It was like awakening from a grand dream. That beautiful dream might linger briefly in one's mind, but it would gradually fade away, until it could no longer be recalled.
Chen Xun seemed only to remember tonight's moonlight, tonight's star-filled sky.
He sighed softly. Even the night wind echoed that sigh, slowly carrying it into the distance, towards places unknown.
Ask of the meaning of cultivating immortality, and ninety-nine out of a hundred would say it was for immortality. The remaining one would say it was to fight one's way through a sea of blood and contend for immortality.
Yet he had long since become immortal... and had long since become an Immortal.
Chen Xun lowered his head to look at these hands stained with bloodshed, a faint trace of loss appearing in his eyes.
He had always understood why he cultivated immortality. He had understood it from the