At the edge of the transport ship.
Tian Yun hurriedly hoisted the wooden box onto his shoulder and strapped it to his back.
His face had not changed in the slightest from when he had first met Chen Xun—youthful, with clear eyes and a head of ink-black hair like light drifting clouds among the mountains, soft and smooth as it poured down from the crown of his head.
Tian Yun was not particularly tall either. Among a crowd, he was the sort of person easily overlooked.
After enduring thousands of years of Extraterritorial Great Wars, there was no numbness or indifference in his eyes. Instead, he still looked as though he anticipated every unknown thing.
At this moment, there was a small grave mound beside him. The Immortal Kingdom Military Court cultivators in the distance twitched at the sight of it—Tomb of Tian Yun!
This man had been accidentally rescued by Immortal Nation cultivators. They heard he had been dug out of a grave. That day had happened to be in the midst of a great battle, yet he had brazenly been repairing a grave on the Frontline Battlefield. His fate was easy to imagine...
Under the World-Destroying bombardment of spells, Tian Yun, whose grave was only half-built, had been made to erect his own grave on the spot—and was sent straight into it!
They had even spared him the latter half of the process. There was no need to continue building; he was buried in an instant.
Yet this man had survived the great calamity. A powerful cultivator dug him out, and when asked where he came from, he inexplicably gave the name Fu Shi, claiming he had come to the Extraterritorial Battlefield to gain experience...
Good heavens, that was rather arrogant. On the Frontline Battlefield, not even the