EBE Chapter 2596 Familiar Yet Strange
Chapter 2596 Familiar Yet Strange
As the myriad realms ascend and the great war of the heavens begins, the internal pressure of the Great Dao in each realm is being released infinitely by the outside. No one expected it to end like this. The ominous ancestor has been preparing for billions of years and is already fully prepared.
But he also didn't expect that he would be left with nothing but helpless stares.
As for the Xuyao Clan and countless other matters in the lower realm, Yu Fangshuo didn't say a word more, and Chen Xun didn't ask a single question either.
It seems that in their eyes, all the processes in the lower realm are no longer important. They only focus on the times and the results of the times, leaving the processes to be created by heaven and earth and all living beings, without much interference from them.
Not long after.
Chen Xun slowly looked up at the sky, his eyes peaceful and serene.
Everything is getting better.
The eternal ages cannot be broken by anything, whether external or internal.
"Old man, no business again!"
Suddenly, a lazy voice came from inside the shop. It was Chen Batian's voice. He grinned and said, "Ascension cultivators look down on our shop's old goods."
After saying that, he laughed even louder.
Indeed, the shop does have old stock, and it's from the Three Thousand Great Worlds back then. It can no longer be called cultivation items, but rather antiques. They were looted from all over the place back then, and now they're just sitting there selling them.
It's very cheap. If you're lucky, pick something out and let him take it.
This was the old man's original idea: to clear out the old stock, otherwise it would be a waste to leave it there, so it would be better to leave some opportunities for the younger generation.
But everyone knows that the old man just couldn't bear to part with the truly good things; he didn't care if these things were sold.
"Heh, you rascal." Chen Xun turned to the side, shaking his head with a laugh. "I told you not to come along in the first place, and now you're complaining that you can't sell them?"
"Grandpa, I'm going to clean the backyard!"
Chen Batian's smile froze instantly, and a hint of killing intent crept into his calm voice. It was best to run first.
But he'll definitely come along.
He is currently in a phase where he is somewhat tired of living, and he wants to enter the mortal world to experience the myriad aspects of life throughout the ages. Otherwise, he may easily lose himself in the process, a common occurrence in the ancient immortal realm.
Every now and then, a few madmen would emerge, and almost half of the cultivators in the Eternal Immortal Prison were madmen like them.
On the table.
Chen Yanshu groggily lifted his eyelids, smiled gently, and said nothing.
Chen Batian changed his personality many years ago. For some reason, he became loud and boisterous in front of the old man, as if his true colors were revealed, and he could not show any of the composure and aura of an immortal.
The two of them followed.
Indeed, there was some free time, and the path of immortality had also fallen into constraints.
But the other members of the Chen family are still very busy, with many traveling, enjoying the scenery, and venturing into secret realms.
Their minds should be calmer.
Hearing that the old man wanted to open a shop in the desolate wasteland by the Chaos Sea, they were the first to follow him. It just so happened that he was doing the accounting and Chen Batian was doing the odd jobs.
This time the situation was better than before; we didn't lose money, but we also didn't receive any income.
Doorway.
A red lion quietly opened one eye, whether it was feigning sleep or spying on something, its expression was quite lewd, and the tattered cotton quilt added an unparalleled 'wild dog charm' to it.
"Xiao Chi, you're blocking the doorway and it's bad for our shop's feng shui."
"Brother Xun, feng shui?"
"Indeed, my shop has had no business for years. I suspect that you have ruined the feng shui of my shop."
"Moo~"
The big black ox nodded in agreement with an air of seriousness.
Little Red's pupils contracted; it believed it and quickly moved to another spot.
Chen Xun looked satisfied; it was almost done.
Little Red chuckled.
It pretended to be asleep again, but in reality it was taking stock of its belongings.
Little Red lives one day at a time, always in the present. You never see any pressure or urgency in it. It's the kind of creature that can sit at the same table as a featherless bird at a banquet.
Chen Xun stood with his hands behind his back.
He intended to look away and turn to enter the store.
Right now!
At the end of the long street, the wind and snow suddenly seemed to have been gently parted, creating a crack.
Several female figures emerged from the snow.
They walked side by side, their clothes simple yet radiant, their steps steady and unhurried—an aura unique to those who had ascended to immortality—having weathered the storms of the mortal realm and shattered their old dreams, they could still journey together on the vast path of immortality.
The snow fell on their shoulders, yet remained completely untouched by vulgarity.
The city lights illuminated their figures, as if the afterglow of bygone days had reappeared in this place.
Chen Xun's gaze was originally indifferent.
But in that instant, it paused almost imperceptibly.
One of the women was walking in the middle.
Her appearance was not flamboyant, nor did her aura show any sharpness, but between her brows, a magic mark was faintly visible under the light of the lamp and the snow.
The runes were extremely unique.
Like a mark that spans the years.
The wind suddenly subsided.
The snow fell more slowly.
The long street seemed to be separated by an invisible mist, and the lights of all races became blurred in the distance, leaving only a glimmer of light between the eyebrows in the world.
A very slight ripple passed through Chen Xun's eyes.
It wasn't shocking.
It wasn't ecstasy.
Rather, it is a silent release that comes after countless years.
It was as if time had not made a loud announcement, but had simply handed an old seal back to him.
The woman seemed to sense something.
She looked up.
Their gaze pierced through the wind and snow, landing on the man in white.
It was only a few dozen steps away.
The snow fell between the two of them, like a thin curtain.
Her hair fluttered slightly, carrying a wisp of cool fragrance.
The mantra between her brows flickered slightly in the lamplight before returning to its calm state. Her gaze swept over Chen Xun naturally, treating him as just an ordinary passerby—handsome in white, with a gentle demeanor, yet without a trace of world-shaking aura.
Chen Xun simply stood there quietly.
He didn't raise his hand.
There was no sound.
They didn't even deliberately linger their gaze.
In that instant, he suppressed all the turmoil to its deepest depths, as if folding the Milky Way into his sleeve.
The woman walked by.
The hem of my clothes brushed against the wind and snow, creating a scattering of tiny white flashes.
The mark was reflected in his eyes for a moment, like the last stroke left by an old friend in the long years.
Then, it went far away.
The long street remains unchanged.
The lights are still on.
The wind and snow continue.
They walked further and further away, their figures disappearing into the snow, leaving only a few shallow footprints, which were soon covered by fresh snow.
Chen Xun slowly withdrew his gaze.
His expression was calm.
It was as if nothing had happened.
However, Da Hei Niu looked at Chen Xun with extreme shock.
Chen Xun turned and went into the store.
The door closed softly.
The figure in white disappeared into the lamplight.
On the long street, the wind and snow left no trace.
That barely perceptible sense of relief, like a snowflake that has never melted, quietly settles deep within the years.
"Grandpa, you've closed the shop?"
"Yes, we're closed today."
Chen Xun raised his hand calmly.
The wind and snow outside the door were gently shut out.
The moment the wooden door closed, the streetlights were cut off in a line and then slowly disappeared.
The room fell silent.
The fire crackled softly in the stove.
The snow continues to fall.
And that vast immortal city, those receding figures, that familiar yet unfamiliar brow marking—all have been swept into the torrent of heaven and earth.
Chen Xun sat down behind the counter, looking serene, like an ordinary person tending an old shop.
The fire in the stove flickered gently.
The snowy night was long.
The old plaque above the shop's door swayed slightly in the wind.
silent.
Yet it remains as steadfast as the passage of time.