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

Under the Qingyu Pavilion, a stone platform sat in the center, with two stone stools on either side.


Cang Ming raised his hand in invitation, and Chen Mu took their seats together.


One could see clouds and mist lingering near the pavilion, as if standing in a celestial paradise. From time to time, the sound of tides would reach the ears, sometimes crashing against the cliff like thunder, and other times reverberating like the hum of an ancient zither.


"This place is Guanchao Pavilion. Below Tingchao Cliff, there is a small tide every ten years and a grand tide every hundred years. In a few days, it will be the time for the centennial grand tide. Peak Master Chen is here today just in time to listen to the tide."


"Since it's a centennial spectacle, being fortunate enough to witness it, we must appreciate it." 


Revised: Chapter 451 Discussion on the Celestial Human