It’d been so long since Lu Yun last set foot in the world of immortals that it’d become a strange, yet familiar world to him. The thirty-three facets, Nephrite Major, Dusk Province…

His governor’s manor yet remained and everything he’d ever used remained in their original state. His old residence had become the most sacred of sacred lands and he was the saint of the world of immortals. His statues were worshiped in the thirty-three facets and heavenly palace—statues of mud.

Only statues of mud could be worshiped in this world.

He never appeared again in the world of immortals after concluding everything. The world’s conflicts, rise and fall had nothing to do with him. A new generation of stunning geniuses grew into their own, fulfilling their roles and creating their own era.

The Dao Flower bloomed serenely in Mount Xuanhuang, and while the Dao Academy basked in its peak of power and splendor, it rarely accepted disciples these days....