A year later.
At the heart of the Mystic Micro Heaven Domain, the Mystic Micro Heaven Capital was now gone, as were the various transcendent buildings. Only great rivers and mountains remained, vast and desolate.
The area within tens of thousands of miles around the Mystic Heavenly Passage Tower had been sealed off by all manner of demons. There were rogue cultivator Old Devils and Demon Armies from the various regions of the Heaven Domain, waiting by the stump for rabbits to appear, slaughtering the gifted immortal cultivators who entered the Mystic Heavenly Passage Tower.
It was exceedingly chaotic here. Sometimes, even when their own descendants entered the immortal realm, they risked being killed upon emerging.
Amid the Desolate Plains.
A man wearing a bamboo hat approached from afar. He traveled beneath the blazing sun, his pace neither hurried nor slow.
On the road leading toward the Mystic Heavenly Passage Tower, there was unexpectedly a small tea stall. Yet no demons drank tea, and aside from one boss, the place was completely empty.
The man was heading straight toward that tea stall.
"Senior, the Immortal Path is arduous. Would you care for a cup of spirit tea?" The foreign-race boss called out warmly to the man.
"Sure."
The man smiled faintly. There was not the slightest baleful intent about him; instead, he was like a spring breeze, his voice bringing warmth to every living being it reached. He was none other than Chen Xun, the Fu Tian said to have carved a bloody path through the entire Mystic Micro Heaven Domain!
He set his bamboo hat on the table and sat down.
A short while later.
The foreign-race boss enthusiastically brought over the steaming tea.
Just as Chen Xun took a sip of the mountain tea, a trace of excitement