"What remains now are the items left by Immortal Eastern River."
Jiang Chengxuan's voice echoed in the cave, tinged with a hint of melancholy. After briefly taking stock of their gains from the Immortal cave abode, the stone table before Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan had been swept clean, leaving only an ancient and majestic storage ring quietly in place.
Speaking of Immortal Eastern River's past days after so long, Jiang Chengxuan still felt a deep connection. Involuntarily, the image of Immortal Red Flame reappeared in his mind, perhaps influenced by the oath of Dao heart.
Facing him, Jiang Chengxuan always felt a mix of pressure and motivation. Like a towering mountain blocking his path, it did not make him want to retreat but rather ignited a fighting spirit within him.