In the Eastern Desolate, the vast mountains stretch endlessly, vanishing into the horizon.
Thousands of peaks rise and fall, the scenery beautiful, as if spreading to the world's end, connecting with the Heavenly Vault.
Regarding the words of the world, Mo Wangchen paid them no heed.
After leaving the No-Thought Sect, he journeyed eastward, pausing for a few days in each ancient city he passed.
He traveled slowly, without flying through the heavens.
And he walked entirely on foot, heading straight to the East.
The mountains were endless, sparsely populated, yet Mo Wangchen thoroughly enjoyed this sensation.
While in the Daluo Heaven Realm, he had to keep enhancing his cultivation due to many matters, rarely at peace.
Now, in this world, he was to spend a century.
