At the gravestone.
A white-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled faintly, a trace of comfort in his eyes.
He stood on the spot for a long time, watching the three disciples depart. Who knew what memories had come to mind? He let out a soft sigh.
The Green Mountain of this sect remained as it had always been. A gentle wind swept through the surroundings, carrying the sounds of yellow sand and fallen leaves. Those sounds slowly echoed through the silent mountain ridge, yet received not the slightest response.
Today, the skies stretched clear for ten thousand miles.
Heavenly Wheel Immortal raised his head to look towards the heavens. There was only an endless expanse of sky, along with a few solitary clouds streaked with sunset light, making the scene seem somewhat desolate.
Suddenly.
His brow furrowed faintly as he murmured, "My master's immortal tomb has appeared in this world. Why did this old man suffer a backlash?"
Heavenly Wheel Immortal's expression became rather intriguing. That day, while he had been eating meat, a torrent-like sensation of Immortal Dao backlash had surged over him. He had failed to draw a breath and fainted on the spot.
"I don't even know where my master's immortal tomb is. How was it found?!"
A glint flashed in Heavenly Wheel Immortal's eyes. "But judging by this, whoever opened the tomb was utterly unreliable. Could they have been struck dead by the remnants of my master's immortal power...?"
Thinking of this, he snickered on the spot like an old child. Who knew which juniors they had been?
Moreover, judging from his demeanor, Heavenly Wheel Immortal did not care much about his master's immortal tomb.
For he remembered his master once saying that the immortal tomb had been left behind as an opportunity for