"Then I won't disturb you, Teacher."
Ji Muzhi rose and bowed.
Chen Xun nodded with a smile and settled into his personal rocking chair.
After this disciple left.
Chen Xun's gaze gradually grew unfocused. His inner world was already undergoing its ninth great cycle of heaven and earth reincarnation. It was not a collapse of heaven and earth, merely the exhaustion of heaven and earth, and of all living things. With each cycle, he took in one disciple.
He did not interfere much with the workings of the heaven and earth within him.
He merely visited occasionally, using it to deduce how the Eternal Ancient Immortal Realm would develop, following the supposedly "correct" path.
A trace of peace and serenity passed over his face. Before long, he left this world.
"Brother Xun."
"Let's go."
"Roar~~"
The World Breaking Ship cleaved through the sky once more.
The Eternal Calendar, year three hundred and ten million.
The great age of everyone "grinding toward immortality" had arrived. This grinding was not about outlasting other immortals, but enduring oneself. Throughout the immortal borderlands, one could often see "Mahayana elders" emerging from deep mountains and ancient forests. Those gazes, those expressions...
They were clearly young cultivators by the standards of the Eternal Immortal Frontier, yet they looked weathered by the frost and storms of countless years. Ask their age, and they were over three hundred thousand years old. They had come out to purchase immortal dao resources: their spirit fields needed feeding, their mountains, rivers, grass, and trees needed feeding, their spirit pets and so on needed feeding.
Their whole household was nothing but hungry mouths. Even the helpless-looking Mahayana elder laughed as he spoke of it.
Fortunately, he had lived long enough to master all eighteen arts of the immortal dao. At the