Twenty years later.
SWOOSH!
A faint Sword Light streaked across the vast sky, piercing through thick clouds and dense miasma before landing on a mountaintop.
The Sword Light dissipated, revealing a figure.
He had the appearance of a middle-aged man, with faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a few white strands at his temples, and a visible air of world-weariness on his face.
His Daoist Robe was tattered and worn, washed countless times. The Spiritual Patterns on it had long been shattered in Combat, losing their protective effects.
Judging from his well-defined features, the man must have been remarkably handsome in his youth. Though he no longer possessed his boyish looks, he had gained a mature air.
This was Zhu Ju, who had journeyed thousands of miles from the East Sea.
"The Ten Thousand Mountains!"
Gazing at the vast, sprawling mountains ahead and listening to the roars of beasts and cries of birds, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
"I'm finally here!"
