A lone wooden boat, riding the wind and breaking through the waves.
For over ten continuous days.
The Qian Brothers finally returned to their cultivation site, 'Carefree Island.' Once inside their cave dwelling, they activated the formation and refused to come out again.
Day by day passed.
In the blink of an eye, forty-nine days had elapsed.
It was noon on this day.
"The time has come!"
Chen Jichuan walked out from a corner of Carefree Island, striding purposefully toward the Qian Brothers' cave dwelling. The formation covering the entrance posed no obstacle to him as he slipped effortlessly inside.
As soon as he entered,
he saw two piles of ashes in two separate stone chambers. The clothing was still intact, but the flesh, muscles, bones, and hair had all been incinerated—reduced to ash, still faintly warm.
Clearly, this had happened not long ago.
"Enduring seven sets of seven days, yet ultimately unable to escape death."
Chen Jichuan shook his head.
