Spring, summer, autumn, winter; flowers bloomed and fell, while the long river flowed east.
He sat alone in the Immortal Tomb Complex for several years.
At last, Chen Xun calmly cooked himself a meal, then left.
As for regret, grief, indignation, and loneliness.
He felt none of those emotions. He had long grown accustomed to the solitude of the years. And without Black Duck chattering and stomping about in his ear, there was a different kind of quiet.
Today, the sun shone brilliantly, and warm breezes flowed through heaven and earth.
Chen Xun walked along the mountain path with his head lowered, seriously humming a little tune.
"Disciple pays homage to Old Ancestor Fu Tian!"
Suddenly.
An extraordinarily delighted voice called out to Chen Xun. It belonged to a young female disciple, her brows carrying a heroic air and her attire free and easy.
Chen Xun paused slightly, looked up at her, and smiled. "What is your name?"
Within the Fu Shi Religion.
He was not as he had been in the Five Elements Sect, knowing every disciple's name—even those of the spirit beasts and ferocious beasts.
The female disciple's cheeks flushed faintly, reflecting the excitement in her heart.
Delight filled her eyes as she hurriedly lowered her head and replied, "Reporting to Old Ancestor, this disciple is Mo Yi of Seven Mist Mountain!"
Understanding dawned in Chen Xun's eyes. He slowly passed by her side, his smile deepening. "So you are the descendant of an old friend. No wonder you bear the bearing of an old friend. Hehe, excellent, excellent."
Great Dao Power was carried within that immortal voice. Mo Yi's body trembled, and she unexpectedly slipped into enlightenment.
This Mo Yi was precisely the descendant of Mo Ruoxiao, the Venerable of Embrace Origin Cave from the Mo Family