Big Black Ox gave Chen Xun a meaningful look.
He finally understood why Chen Xun had come running to a frontier immortal city like this in the Immortal Realm!
It had never been to see those so-called ascenders from the myriad worlds. It was because this place lay close to the Samsara Clan's celestial territory.
"Moo~" Big Black Ox chuckled, his laughter making Chen Xun's skin crawl. Chen Xun shot him an irritated look, flustered and angry at being seen through in a single glance.
The next day.
The radiant sun rose, and all things were renewed.
The little shop opened its doors again.
The days remained as they had always been. Nothing had changed.
Chen Xun stepped outside and said with a smile, "There's dusty snow, but it's still a fine day."
He dragged out a chair, sat down unhurriedly, and looked toward the long street again. The immortal city never slept, and the cultivators' vitality flourished without waning. Not one topic of conversation repeated itself, for the world was truly vast, yet everything was attainable.
Whether it was the Primordial Chaos Immortal River flowing through the heavens, the Dao platforms and immortal palaces scattered like stars across the sky, or those magnificent phenomena, none of it lay beyond their reach.
Cultivation meant lifespan, and only with lifespan could one possess an endless desire to explore.
Back then, nine out of ten Eternal Cultivators had struggled to understand the tenth who left. Was the Eternal Ancient Immortal Realm too small? Were its strongest too weak? Had that robbed them of their drive to pursue the immortal path?
Chen Xun had always found the whole matter rather baffling.
Perhaps he was old and could not understand, but he respected the young people's choices.
The lower realm.
The True Immortal