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

Given the situation, Qi Zhiyuan naturally would not harbor any illusions of luck. He could only hope that in the future, decades later, Chen Mu would truly surpass the threshold of the Blood Exchange Realm, dominate the world, and allow the Seven Profound Sect to thrive and prosper. Meanwhile, as the Sect Master of the Seven Profound Sect, he was thinking of various ways to make other arrangements to preserve some of the Sect's legacy.


Chen Mu did not know what Qi Zhiyuan was thinking, nor did he intend to interfere with the affairs of the Seven Profound Sect. After leaving the main hall of Great Profound Peak, he made his way back to Spirit Profound Peak and quietly returned to the top of the peak.


As he was walking toward the bamboo forest where Xu Hongyu lived, he sensed something vaguely, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he cast his gaze toward that distant bamboo house.


Chapter 382: Before Departure_3