The ninety-ninth ring-shaped mountain was an extraordinary existence.
It towered into the clouds, reaching the sky, with even the tens of thousands of feet high glow of the sea of clouds below it, inspiring an unparalleled sense of awe and reverence.
Chen Xun strolled across the white jade bridge, glancing around with the corner of his eye. Surrounded by mountains and rolling seas of clouds, the scenery was picturesque and breathtaking.
He let out a long breath, then took a deep one, not quite sure what he was breathing in and out.
The mountain peaks surrounding the white jade bridge were like an endless chain of giant dragons lying across the land, and the bridge emitted the power of Yin-Yang, as if gently lifting Chen Xun.
Chen Xun's feet hovered several inches above the ground, and seeing such a magnificent view, a surge of boldness welled up in his heart, making him want to paint a picture.
However, he couldn't help but think of that old gentleman, his relaxed brows slightly furrowing, for he had never truly considered Shi Rong Immortal to be the sa as the old gentleman; they were two different people.
"Heh." Chen Xun chuckled softly. Walking on this seemingly endless road, he suddenly stopped and looked back. It was empty, with only the glow from the sea of clouds below shining through.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and with his hands behind his back, he walked away, his figure gradually becoming blurred until it completely vanished from the long bridge.
Yuqing Palace...
Chen Xun couldn't help but laugh, for below hung a dilapidated plaque that read "Ho of Chen Xun and Xin Black Bull," as if barely hanging on by mana, swaying precariously.
The grand hall inside was personally built by Black Bull, and contrary to expectations, it wasn't grand and majestic but rather a complete cave abode, with a refining room, pill refining room, secret chamber, and more...
Of course, according to Black Bull's style, there was still an underground world beneath the hall, used for planting so rare spiritual herbs.
The layout inside was not ant for receiving guests, with formations every few steps, and every inch of material had restrictions, with countless formations layered within.
"Haha, this Bull..." Chen Xun couldn't help but laugh heartily, "After all these years, he hasn't changed a bit."
He even wondered if the ninety-nine ring-shaped mountains could one day rise into the air and soar across the Three Thousand Great Worlds.
Whoosh~
Chen Xun rose with the wind, not entering Yuqing Palace.
He shook his head lightly, his expression sowhat helpless. When he first entered the world of immortals, he had no foundation or wealth, and had to learn countless small spells of the Qi cultivation phase.
Back then, he rarely used them, but after entering the immortal sect and becoming an ancestor, he found them quite handy...
Gradually, a hearty laugh echoed between heaven and earth, and Chen Xun transford into a breeze, completely disappearing into a thatched hut miles away from Yuqing Palace.
Behind his thatched hut was the vast expanse of the Tian Duan Plains, with large ravines present.
At this mont, it was utterly silent, with so weak spiritual beasts of the Divine Transformation phase running around, gradually being covered by the endless spiritual grass.
Chen Xun put on a worn-out straw hat, the sunlight on the mountain peak was blinding, with two bright suns shining directly.
These dazzling rays of light burst through the spiritual qi, creating a colorful glow, which was the origin of the glowing clouds, making the place seem dreamlike, unlike the mortal world.
He carefully stored his white robe into a storage ring and changed into a hemp garnt, walking straight to a waterfall, surrounded by flowers and Crane Spirit Trees, with a pleasant scenery.
Moreover, the rocks beside the waterfall were extraordinary, brought back by the Chen family from a secret realm, known as 'Seven Treasures Spirit Turtle Stone.'
Its surface was rugged like dragon scales, with so naturally ford strange patterns and runes, shimring with a faint dark golden luster under the sunlight, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding environnt.
This stone was highly beneficial for restoring the soul. Sitting on it for several years could restore it to its original state, and in the starry sky, myriad clans from other great worlds frantically sought to purchase it, with demand far exceeding supply.
But now, within the ninety-nine ring-shaped mountains of the Five Aggregates Sect, it could only serve as a decorative existence, with wealth so abundant that casually taking sothing could birth a Void Refinent expert!
However, due to the stone's special nature, the soul being soft while it was extrely hard, it was quite difficult to destroy. Chen Daotian once tried using the law of strength, requiring the full power of a Unity stage body to completely destroy it.
Now, with his small boundary of the Dao sacrificed, Chen Xun had lost all mana, unable to mobilize any dormant laws within, with even his immortal body sowhat superficial, lacking the support of immortal power.
He gently clenched his fist, gazing up at the thousand-foot waterfall, surrounded by a deafening roar.
"Now, I must first activate the strength law of the immortal body." Chen Xun's eyes focused, veins bulging on his arms like dragons writhing beneath his skin, "It seems these spiritual beasts and fierce beasts focus on the physical body for a reason."
The harsh environnt their ancestors lived in, at the dawn of ti, the world's environnt wasn't as favorable, with no immortal legacies, only survival through constant physical combat!
However, they differed from the myriad intelligent races, placing great importance on bloodline inheritance, much like the longevity families, who even now primarily cultivate the physical body and strength laws.
Whoosh!
Chen Xun gently swung his fist, as if a silent wave spread outward in the air.
His fist wind was like silk, lightly striking the Seven Treasures Spirit Turtle Stone beside the waterfall, as if rely causing a ripple on the surface of a lake.
The rock, capable of withstanding a full-force strike from a Unity stage expert, remained unmoved, seemingly unaffected by Chen Xun's punch.
He chuckled softly, feeling the power of the immortal body surging within, letting the mist fall on him, continuously punching towards the waterfall, again and again.
Behind Chen Xun was an expansive view, with his back to the sun, back to the glowing clouds, his figure incredibly small.
Over the years, he and Black Bull had traveled together, never lacking patience, with the system's support still present, longevity still there, the immortal body still intact, with nothing to worry about.
Chen Xun's gaze was deep, punching the rock repeatedly. Since stepping onto the path of immortality, he rarely focused on body refinent, too concerned with advancing his realm.
Now, rebuilding himself, he could peacefully cultivate in the Five Aggregates Sect.
As ti passed, the sun began to set, the clouds at the horizon tinged with a faint golden hue, yet that small figure continued punching tirelessly.
But Chen Xun's punches were never chaotic, carrying a rhythm of heaven and earth. As a genuine immortal, he wouldn't be as clueless as before.
He maintained focus and patience, punching the rock over and over.
Black Bull had returned from the main hall of the sect, standing alone on the cliff, silently watching Chen Xun's monotonous punching, gently snorting, its honest eyes slightly lost.
Though Chen Xun valued face, speaking and acting with decorum.
But this represented another side hidden beneath his cautious nature, extrely competitive. If provoked, no matter how many years it took, he would seek revenge, even if it ant digging up graves!
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