Here, Zhou Yan did not perceive the changing of day and night, nor the passage of time; he quietly contemplated.
From time to time Zhou Yan walked between Heaven and Earth, forgetting everything, even his responsibilities and purposes, as if all things naturally flowed along.
Until a certain moment, Zhou Yan's heart trembled, and all the anomalies between Heaven and Earth vanished, transforming into a ray of white light that suddenly fell into a man in a white Daoist robe, causing Zhou Yan to awaken suddenly.
At that moment, Zhou Yan raised his eyes to gaze past, and the man seemed to sense something, looking back immediately.
Their gazes intersected in an instant, then collided together.
Zhou Yan's gaze was calm, just like the past, just like now, and would continue to be like the past, like now, in the future.
"Zhou Yan, I didn't expect you to come here again. Could it be that you're interested in the inheritance of the Ten Thousand Immortals and Ten Thousand Buddhas?"
