"Fourteen thousand years of the Changtian Calendar have passed..."
Xiang Wuji walked on a small path in the wilderness.
Looking around, the mountain was covered by a sea of trees, the fresh scent of the trees, and the rustling of leaves mixed in as the wind blew.
The Changtian Calendar recorded from the day when the Ningzhou's lone ascendant, the Changtian Taoist, achieved immortality.
Ningzhou hasn't seen someone achieve immortality for fourteen thousand years.
Yet, in the neighboring Changzhou.
It might already be the seven hundred twenty-fifth year of the Haiyu Calendar.
Xiang Wuji walked between the mountains, each step like traversing heaven and earth.
The next second, he appeared in a marketplace, where no one could see him.
"Master Wen has a good heart, allowing you to set up stalls here. You should remember the Wen Family's kindness."
"Look at those other marketplaces, requiring you to pay enough Spirit Stones before letting you set up stalls."
