Spirit Void Saint Province, Fu Shi Religion.
Here, azure light stretched endlessly across the heavens, while spirit birds streaked through the vast sky.
Cultivators of every race sat within cave abodes in all directions, chatting and discussing the Dao in utmost leisure. Every few years, a Patriarch would also hold a sermon, immortal qi overflowing everywhere.
Chen Xun had likewise passed through an exceptionally peaceful stretch of years—no external threats, no internal strife, and peace beneath heaven.
Only that Mountain-Sitting Duck was truly too restless. Not only was its mouth foul, it had now also taken on a strange, sarcastic tone, flaunting the grand banner of the national religion as it went everywhere to debate the Dao with this Daoist sect or that immortal sect...
Whenever junior disciples were bullied outside, nearly all of the Main Lineage Seven Peaks would set out under cover of night, in a mighty procession, to reclaim their honor. The Black Duck was still the one who shouted the loudest.
With nothing better to do, Chen Xun often followed along to watch the excitement. He left melon seed shells scattered all over other people's Daoist grounds, frightening the old fellows there so badly that they did not dare breathe loudly.
Yet he did not do much at all. He had truly only come to watch the excitement and had not said a single extra word.
The cultivation environment of the Taiyi Great World was indeed vastly different from that year. The changes were simply earthshaking, making even Chen Xun's eyes feel much unfamiliarity.
Quite a few places held in his memories had already vanished without a trace. Some had become other people's sect gates, while majestic immortal cities stood atop others.
Today.
Chen Xun sat cross-legged within his own cave abode. The buildings in every