Ten years had passed since the last time they comprehended the Primordial Dao. Han Feng, Shangguan Yuqing, and Han Chentian had lived on this street for more than thirty years. The three of them were completely old. Their hair was completely white, and deep wrinkles appeared on their faces. Old and decrepit.
Yang Ziang's mother passed away eight years ago due to grief. At this point, the entire blacksmith shop had been placed on Yang Ziang. Just like his father, he supported the family and loved his wife deeply. He also nagged his son to learn blacksmithing every day so that he could take over his craft.
This scene was almost exactly the same as back then. It was just that the person had changed.
However, this situation did not last long. Three years ago, Yang Ziang's son, Yang Zhuowen, was chosen by a wandering cultivator and accepted as his disciple. He followed him to the Heavenly Yuan Sect.
It was also that year that the wandering Taoist priest gave him the name Yang Zhuowen.
Yang Ziang was very proud of his child's pursuit of the immortal. He told almost everyone he met that every family on the street knew about it.
Han Feng wasn't surprised that Yang Zhuowen would be chosen by the cultivators of the Heavenly Yuan Sect. When little Zhuowen was young, Han Feng had already noticed that this child possessed a spiritual vein for cultivation. His aptitude was countless times better than when he had no spiritual roots.
Han Feng had lived a mortal life in the Great Barren City, and the only thing he had was Yang Ziang's family. This was the cause. Therefore, when Han Feng was in Little Zhuowen, he often gave him some pills to change his physique, and ended the fruits of this life.
As a result, little Zhuo Wen's physical potential was naturally getting better and better. There was nothing strange about him being chosen by the cultivators of the Heavenly Yuan Sect. Although the Sky Yuan Sect cultivator was only at the Mystic Immortal Stage, Han Feng observed his personality and found that he was not bad. He was a kind person.
Therefore, Han Feng didn't participate and let nature take its course. After all, this was all he could help. As for Yang Zhuowen's future development, Han Feng didn't care about it anymore.
After little Zhuowen left, Yang Ziang hired a few workers. This was actually breaking his father's rules. According to his father's words, the Yang family's shop sold craftsmanship and must not hire others. Otherwise, if the craftsmanship was learned by others, wouldn't it be shooting himself in the foot?
However, it was obvious that Yang Ziang did not follow his father's rules. After he hired a worker, he no longer cared about the shop. Instead, he returned to the habit he had when he was young. He clung to Han Feng and watched him make wood carvings.
This middle-aged man served Han Feng every day and brought back some memories for Han Feng.
Perhaps it was because Han Feng had watched Yang Ziang grow up. Ever since his mother passed away, Yang Ziang would bring his wife to Han Feng's place every New Year's Eve dinner, as if he was his father and Shangguan Yuqing was his family. Han Chentian treated her as his elder. The family was reunited.
Yang Ziang's daughter-in-law, the daughter of the tailor shop owner, was also a virtuous daughter. She could see through her husband's thoughts, so when she saw Han Feng, her gaze gradually changed. Just like Yang Ziang, she treated Han Feng as her elder.
As a result, Han Feng experienced a warmth that he had never experienced before in his later years. This warmth was very unfamiliar to him, but he did not reject it.
Chen Xiao had also turned from a middle-aged man to an old man with white hair. His status had risen and he had become the Chief Advisor of the Northern King's Mansion. As for this Prince, he was not the Northern King but the Crown Prince.
After the Crown Prince inherited the throne, his filial piety towards Han Feng did not decrease, but increased. Most importantly, almost every time, he would personally come. He did not care about status and would kowtow to greet Han Feng every time.
After so many years, Han Feng had always admired this Northern Prince. After all, he was a royal in the Mortal Realm. To be able to do this, he had to put in a lot of effort.
Perhaps it was because he had experienced too much, but he gradually understood that there were too many people in this world who could crush him to death with a single finger and no one would pay attention to them.
The reason why he was so respectful to Han Feng was to rope him in and ensure his safety.
That winter, there was a heavy snowfall. Han Feng had never seen such snow in the thirty years he had been here. The heavy snow almost covered the entire Great Desolate City with a thick layer of white gauze. The height of a three to five-year-old child was covered by the thick snow on the eaves and trees.
Many houses were crushed by the sudden snow, and even some people were frozen to death. Almost every morning, people would find one or two stiff corpses curled together in the corner of the Great Desolate City.
This snow was extremely strange. Some people who had lived in Great Desolate City for generations often had different opinions in the inns and teahouses. The entire Great Desolate City had not seen such a heavy snow for hundreds of years.
The snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, slowly covering the footprints that people had just stepped on. It did not take long for them to disappear.
The heavy snow caused most of the shops in Great Desolate City to close. The street where Han Feng was located was relatively remote. Therefore, after the snow fell, not a single person could be seen. Everyone hid by the stove at home to warm themselves up and wait for the heavy snow to pass slowly.
This snow was indeed strange. The moment the first snow fell on the first day, the Great Desolate City had already noticed that there was a faint killing intent contained in the snow. This killing intent was faint, but one had to know that this snow covered the entire Great Desolate. As a result, the killing intent contained in it was almost monstrous.
The reason why the temperature had dropped so drastically was because of this murderous aura!
This snow didn't fall from the clouds, but silently appeared in the void. Otherwise, how could there be such a large cloud that could fall snow that enveloped the entire Cultivator Alliance?
On the third day of this strange snowfall, the nine black trees that cultivators meditated on were suddenly split into two by huge lightning bolts that fell from the sky. Even the cultivators inside didn't have any chance to escape and were struck to death by the lightning.
At the same time, all the Dragon Elephant Black Wood in the cities of the Cultivator Alliance was shattered by the sudden appearance of lightning.
Soon after, in addition to the drifting snowflakes in the sky, countless jade slips flew out from the east, south, west, and north. These jade slips flew through the entire Cultivator Alliance. Although these jade slips were fast, as long as they encountered cultivators above the Mahayana Realm, they would immediately fall into their hands.
One of the jade slips flew past the sky above his shop, but it immediately flew back into the shop and landed in Han Feng's hand.
Holding the jade slip, Han Feng scanned it with his Astral Body and heard a gloomy voice,"All cultivators in the Cultivator Alliance should be prepared for war. The four sects, Heaven and Earth Sect, Heavenly Yuan Sect, Black Wood Cliff, and Black Yin Sect will open their gates and gather all the scattered, demonic, and immortal cultivators. If you don't come, you will bear the consequences!”
Han Feng pondered for a bit before crushing the jade slip with his right hand. His body flashed and he disappeared from the shop. When he reappeared, he was already in the sky above Great Desolate City.
After he appeared, his body moved and he continued to fly up. Soon, he found the source of the snow. The snowflakes had silently appeared from the void.
Han Feng stared at the void. After looking for a while, he found some clues. There were many places in the void that gave off faint restriction ripples. These restrictions were probably used to hide.
If it was any other spell, Han Feng could easily break it, but as long as it was a restriction, he wasn't afraid. He waved his right hand and a ghostly light came out from his eyes. He stared at the void for a long time before he waved his hands. After half an incense stick of time passed, afterimages of restrictions shot out from his hands.
The afterimage restriction landed in an empty space. Wisps of white gas came out from there as if ice was being baked. The white gas became thicker and after a while, the white gas dissipated, revealing the true appearance.
Han Feng focused his gaze and instantly felt a chill down his spine!
A 1,000-foot-long rift appeared in the void above 10,000 kilometers. Countless snowflakes blew out from the rift.
Han Feng scanned the area with his Divine Soul and found that there were no less than a hundred restrictions with such cracks within a radius of several million miles. This was only within tens of thousands of kilometers. According to Han Feng's analysis, there should be countless of such cracks in the void within the entire Cultivator Alliance.
What also shocked him was that the crack seemed to have some sort of suction force on divine sense. When Han Feng's divine sense swept past it, he immediately noticed it.
Fortunately, his divine soul was strong enough. He struggled slightly and broke free.
Han Feng pondered for a while and did not act rashly. Instead, he descended and returned to the shop. As he descended, everything he saw was a world of white. The snow was getting heavier.
Han Feng returned to the shop. He had a bad feeling in his heart. The moment he saw the huge crack, this feeling became even stronger. He pondered for a bit and then laughed. This was the territory of the Cultivator Alliance, so there was no need for him to worry about such strange things. There were naturally cultivators stronger than him who would deal with them.
However, the crack in the sky was still a dark cloud that shrouded Han Feng's heart.
Just at this moment, Han Feng's expression suddenly changed. He raised his head and looked at the door of the shop. After a while, he heard a series of knocks on the door. The knocks carried a certain rhythm, and the intervals between each knock were exactly the same.
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