His Divine Sense began to spread out, hundreds of thousands and millions of miles passing through.

Right now, if he were to fight against those Vagrant Immortals once more, he was sure he could have defeated all of them with less than half the difficulty from before.

He didn’t know exactly just how strong he was right now, but it did not matter.

He would only consider this matter and improve his combat strength after reaching the Grand Completion of Half Immortal Realm, perhaps even the Vagrant Immortal Realm.

[Congratulations for breaking through to the Late Stage of Half Immortal Realm.]

[Obtained a Dharma Fusion Stone.]

Soon, he walked out of his temporary dwelling and left the mountain.

The mountain was filled with his remnant Dao rhymes, an aftereffect of cultivators at the Immortal Ascension Realm or above cultivating and breaking through in a certain place, making it far easier for one to attain enlightenment, improve their cultivation, and so on in the same place.

This mountain, imbued with Tian Yongheng’s Dao rhymes, will most likely become a blessed land in the near future, a spiritual place where a Half Immortal cultivated for a period of time.

Perhaps it could even birth a Chosen One, such as a cripple who accidentally stumbled across it, ate a divine herb, and cultivated inside for a hundred years before coming out to suppress the prodigies of the world.

This is usually how low tier Chosen Ones are born.

At this moment, Tian Yongheng had already gone far from the mountain, his steps gradually slowing down, the transcendental air around him slowly receding.

He was getting closer and closer to the place where everything began, the State of Jiang, Jiangnan Region.

His opportunity for ascending to Immortality lay in that very place.

It was quite ironic, as that was the very place where he should have been buried before the wheels of fate changed.

"It is said that Immortals are outside the constraints of fate and above the realms of life and death, but is that really so?"

His answer was a hearty laugh that came from behind, causing Tian Yongheng to stop in his tracks.

Just behind him, a merchant caravan also stopped, and a fat middle aged man dismounted the horse walking at the very front, a smile on his face.

This merchant actually walked in front instead of sitting in his carriage secure in the middle of the entourage.

Looking at Tian Yongheng’s side profile, he was momentarily stunned before regaining himself.

"Well said, sir! This old man is impressed by your otherworldly presence and profound words, we were heading towards the nearby Luoyun City, if sir doesn’t mind, why don’t you travel with us?"

Tian Yongheng just looked at the man silently for a few moments before nodding.

Although he didn’t deliberately lower his voice, it should have been nearly impossible for an ordinary person like the merchant to hear him from so far.

He had long since detected another person traveling in the main carriage, an Immortal Cultivator at the Qi Condensation Realm.

It was also that cultivator who instructed the merchant to talk to him.

Entering the carriage, a composed, calm young woman seeming to be in her twenties entered his sight, with two maids, almost identical in appearance, sitting on the other side.

Tian Yongheng’s indifferent gaze swept over them for a brief moment before retracting as he sat down beside the woman, a distance of one meter between them.

The carriage was quite spacious, not feeling stuffy or awkward. Or perhaps because neither party really cared.

Tian Yongheng could see through everything with a single glance; the young woman had just recently entered the Qi Condensation Realm, her bone age was less than forty, quite young indeed, while the two maids were only at the Acupoint Opening Stage.

Tian Yongheng was nearly eight hundred years old now.

Eight hundred years, the average lifespan of a newly achieved Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

In the standards of low level cultivators, he was already an old monster, and even in weaker Acquired Realm level factions, he would be a figure at the level of old ancestors.

Most Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators would have to address him as "senior" solely by their age difference.

Otherwise, the entire cultivation world and Lower Realm would have to respectfully call him "senior" judging by their realm difference except for a few old Vagrant Immortals like the Sword Venerable. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Unknowingly, so much time had passed.

For high level beings, a thousand years were but a blink of an eye, but for mortals, a thousand years was enough for entire dynasties to rise and decay, for civilizations to change color, and for them to reincarnate dozens of times.

A soft sigh couldn’t help but escape his lips at the thought, instantly drawing attention in the silent carriage.

The Qi Condensation Realm woman finally looked at him, getting used to that breathtaking countenance before speaking, "Why are you sighing?"

Tian Yongheng didn’t even look at her before replying, "Lamenting the vicissitudes of life and the difference between mortals and Immortals."

The woman raised an eyebrow as if intrigued, "You’re just an ordinary mortal and don’t even look past thirty, why are you thinking of such distant things?"

"Can a mortal not be contemplative and try to seek the Dao in his own way? Or is it just a right reserved for Immortals?"

Tian Yongheng retorted calmly, not even sparing a glance at the woman.

He had a pretty bad impression of contemptuous individuals who thought the world had to align with their views to make sense.

If you cannot be open minded enough and do not thirst for knowledge, then you cannot transform into an Immortal according to the Mortal Transformation Dao Scripture.

The most basic level of this Dao Scripture is to accept one’s own inferiority in terms of knowledge, understanding that knowledge cannot be absolute and can always be overturned, so as to never stop learning and refreshing one’s understanding.