Night Wind Listener

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.
What in this world could last forever?
Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?
Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chen Mu didn't look at the Mystic Tortoise that was flung away, but instead looked upwards, his eyes reflecting a hint of 'just as I thought,' mixed with a touch of lamentation.


In his sight, the clouds in the sky seemed like a tangible piece of 'Heaven's Fabric,' from which a corner visible to the naked eye was torn, and within that page-like expanse, a graceful figure drifted down, her long hair and plain dress making her look like a maiden in her prime. Barefoot, her delicate grip was as clear as jade, her entire being appearing flawlessly perfect as if naturally formed.


Her aura was connected with the sky, merging into one, indistinguishable from one another without causing any ripples. In Chen Mu's perception, her presence was like that of Qian Heaven itself, a divine spirit descended from the sky.


Seeing the lady in plain clothes slowly descending from above, Chen Mu lowered the Spirit Spear in his hands and respectfully bowed.


Chapter 337: Blood Exchange Realm