Chapter 1020: But with this thing, a great reversal in the face of strong winds!

Chen Xun had taught Xiao Wuhen many things along the way. It was because his heart had truly matured and he could truly understand his own intentions that he could speak of them now.

But these words were only applicable to his own son. The path ahead would ultimately depend on Xiao Wuhen himself.

Xiao Wuhen nodded heavily. He always listened to his father, having been guided by him all the way, without any perfunctory intent. After all, his father not only had old immortal friends but also connections with small sects, making his words carry significant weight!

The setting sun gradually sank beneath the endless mountain range, the Milky Way stretched across the sky, spreading silently.

Chen Xun began practicing his punches under the waterfall again.

Xiao Wuhen silently tilled the field with a hoe. His eyes no longer held the innocence of childhood but were instead filled with steadiness and stories, recalling the people and events he had encountered over the past century.

He had grown up now. His childhood playmates in the village had long since taken on the responsibility of being the head of a family, while he had been living off his father all this time...

He felt quite useless and wanted his father to be proud of him. His father would eventually grow old, just like the elders in the village, unable to do anything and with no one to care for them.

Xiao Wuhen took a deep breath, his eyes growing deeper. He should have taken on the responsibility of being the head of the family long ago and could no longer rely on his father to support him.

It was time to venture down the mountain and carve out his own world, returning often to see his father.

Thinking of this, he gripped the hoe tighter. To transcend the identity of a farmer, he must cultivate immortality!

Suddenly, Xiao Wuhen turned his head and shouted, "Father!"

"Spit it out if you have something to say."

"If I go to cultivate immortality, will you be proud of me?!"

"Hahaha... How can mortals not envy immortals? If you achieve something in the future, of course, I will be proud of you!" Chen Xun smiled slightly, leaving one sentence unsaid.

Perhaps immortals also envy mortals; the Dao heart cycles endlessly.

"Hehe..." Xiao Wuhen's eyes lit up. His father's words were enough, as if they gave him great encouragement.

As his father said, he had lived to a certain stage in life and should do what was appropriate for that stage. Living aimlessly wasn't good.

Time passed quietly, moving forward silently.

In the blink of an eye, another hundred years had passed. Black Bull, who was in seclusion, remained silent, with no aura escaping, as if he were in a death-like meditation.

Today, the sun was bright, and the light was dazzling.

Xiao Wuhen had grown a bit taller. He rode a wooden cart, carrying his luggage, and descended the mountain alone.

His father did not come to see him off, only asking a relative to take him to a small sect for cultivating immortality. The Five Aggregates Sect was out of reach, so he didn't hope for it. His father's connections weren't that extensive.

The Sky-Supporting Sect didn't even consider him, so it wasn't an option.

As long as he could cultivate immortality, he wouldn't compare the sects. Having a place to belong was enough. Having stayed with his father for so long, he never cared much about external things.

He rode the wooden cart alone, looking back, feeling somewhat empty inside, not as happy as he imagined.

His father didn't come to see him off either, not even a glimpse of his figure.

Creak... Creak...

The sound of the wooden cart echoed on the mountain path as Xiao Wuhen took deep breaths. This time, his father wasn't by his side; he would have to rely on himself in the future.

"Father!!!" Suddenly, Xiao Wuhen shouted back, gazing longingly at the familiar mountain path.

This small mountain path was where his father had carried him, led him, held him, and even scolded him, holding countless childhood memories...

But the surroundings were incredibly quiet, not even a bird or beast in sight, nor his father's familiar voice: "What the hell are you yelling for?!"

Xiao Wuhen turned his head slightly, his eyes dimming a bit, and silently continued riding the wooden cart forward.

At this moment, a gentle breeze blew through the world.

The speed of the wooden cart suddenly increased significantly, and some fallen leaves from the Crane Spirit Tree slowly followed beside it. Xiao Wuhen's dim eyes suddenly narrowed, and he quickly looked back.

But there was still nothing, just emptiness.

Father... I won't let you down.

His eyes became much more determined, and he no longer hesitated, riding the wooden cart swiftly down the mountain. Ahead lay the unknown world of cultivating immortality, a vast world!

At the peak of the ninety-nine ring-shaped mountains.

A figure in white, as pure as snow, stood there, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura, with eyes deep and boundless, encompassing the universe and endless immortal paths, with the sea of clouds beneath his feet, as if the world was in his grasp!

This was the true posture of an immortal, a being to whom countless immortal beings bowed, a terrifying existence that even heaven and earth dared not challenge!

If Qian Wuhen saw this unparalleled immortal figure, he would be utterly shocked... Fa-Fa-Father?!

However, he certainly couldn't see it.

This ethereal figure quietly gazed across the void at the figure in coarse clothes riding the wooden cart on the mountain path, a faint smile finally appearing on his calm face:

"Son, this is as far as I can see you off. I only hope that when you return, your eyes won't be hiding pain."

A faint voice drifted by, the sea of clouds gently undulating, under the sunlight, radiating a myriad of colors, dreamlike and enchanting.

And that unparalleled figure had already vanished, leaving the mountain peak empty, with no sound, only the continuous roar of the waterfall crashing down from the mysterious heavens.

...

Three years later, in the Wild Heaven Region, within the Jade Canopy Forest Sea.

In an ordinary small sect, this sect had only three peaks, a ninth-grade Spirit Vein, and a small stream without even fish, seemingly uninterested in this place.

At this moment, an old beggar and a man with a horse sat around a large rock, none other than Bai Xinghan and Shidian.

On the rock was a lifelike wood carving.

"Master, what do you think?!" Bai Xinghan took a deep breath, his expression slightly exaggerated, "We got this from our hometown, bought from a master."

The old beggar scratched his messy hair, showing an unparalleled seriousness as he carefully examined every carved line of the wood carving.

Bai Xinghan and Shidian exchanged a glance, surprised that the old man could be so serious.

"Xinghan! Foolish carving! This thing is extraordinary!" The old beggar's eyes became sharper, "This thing... this thing..."

"Old man, teacher, master, what do you mean?!" Bai Xinghan coughed lightly, almost misspeaking, but the old man's attention was clearly not on him, fortunately.

"Xinghan, foolish carving, this thing must never be discarded, even if you pass away!"

"Of course, this was a gift from that master shopkeeper, we can't lose it. We've never met such a warm-hearted shopkeeper before, and foolish carving admires him greatly."

"Neigh~~~" Shidian nodded quickly, it liked the wood carving shopkeeper the most.

The old beggar's voice became unusually solemn: "Even if you acquire unparalleled treasures in the future, you must not exchange this thing for any immortal resources, understand?"

"Master, what do you mean?"

"No matter how dire your circumstances become in the future, even if you're on the brink of death, with this thing in your possession, you can turn the tide in the vast immortal path! A great reversal!!"

"What?! Old man, what?!!"