Within the Primordial Chaos River.
Chen Xun's endless Dao patterns shot toward the sky, the Forehead Pattern of Law between his brows flashing with extreme intensity.
In the Taiyi Great World, the Five Elements Mark on Tea Mountain had awakened. Someone had made a move against Yao Yue's Grave, and even the Five Elements Mark could not resolve this trouble. It seemed to be Xian Wuyi... and he was headed there.
Rumble!
Primordial Chaos waves surged wildly, endlessly shattering Chen Xun's Dao patterns as they soared skyward, as though they wished to suppress this tiny living being here.
Yet Chen Xun's calm expression revealed a streak of madness. He paid no heed whatsoever to his broken Dao patterns or the damage to his immortal body. This time, he would personally descend into the Three Thousand Great Worlds with his main body.
His figure continually dove deeper through the Primordial Chaos River. Ethereal scenes like rivers of stars continuously flowed past his eyes, and his speed had reached its utmost limit, having long transcended the boundaries of space and time.
Chen Xun's gaze was resolute, though a flicker of dazed remembrance flashed through it...
He had been an utterly ordinary little old man who liked sitting in a rocking chair before his shop, basking in the sun. He was always smiling, and had given Chen Xun and Old Ox their first meal in the city—their first home.
Later, he fell ill and passed away, buried on a barren mountain outside the city.
Back then, they had declared themselves invincible in the Cultivation World. No one had dared touch that mountain, so they had left without worry, seeking to roam free through the world, intending to return and rest whenever they grew tired.
In the end.
That city disappeared. The barren mountain