Decomposition of Collision

Tianlan Mountain Range.

After several days of searching, Yi Feng finally found his money pouch.

Thus, he mounted his horse and resumed his fervent quest to find a disciple.

At the same time.

Deep within the mountain range, a spatial fluctuation occurred.

Two figures emerged from a spatial rift.

One of them was Zhen Wuji.

The other was Cheng Liyuan, an elder from the Desolate Sect who had accompanied him.

"Is this where my grandfather usually resides?"

Zhen Wuji took a deep breath, his heart filled with excitement.

After speaking, he unleashed a surge of energy and soared into the sky.

"Grandfather, it's me, your grandson Zhen Wuji. I've come to see you!"

Zhen Wuji's voice boomed, shaking the mountains and forests.

Seeing this, Cheng Liyuan hurriedly followed.

"Why are you following me?"

Zhen Wuji shot a cold glare at him and said in a low voice, "What gives you the right to follow me? If you disturb my grandfather, can you bear the consequences?"

"Get down and kneel below!"

Zhen Wuji's commanding voice echoed.

Cheng Liyuan's face turned ashen.

Throughout the journey, he had endured countless humiliations from Zhen Wuji, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

Yet now, he was being ordered to kneel. He was, after all, a respected elder.

But remembering Zhen Wuji's grandfather, Cheng Liyuan gritted his teeth and complied.

With a grim expression, he knelt on one knee.

Zhen Wuji was right—while Zhen Wuji dared to roar and fly freely in these mountains, Cheng Liyuan did not have the same audacity.

At that moment.

A figure descended from the sky with a whoosh, landing a hundred paces away from the two.

Both of them shuddered.

"Grandfather, it's me, your grandson!"

Zhen Wuji immediately shouted.

Cheng Liyuan also gasped in awe.

Indeed, seeing was believing.

Even without considering anything else, the sheer speed of this person was enough to prove his strength at the 20th level of True Immortal.

But to his surprise, Yi Feng in the distance completely ignored them.

He scratched his ear, glanced around, and muttered in confusion.

"Did someone call for a grandfather?"

"Must have misheard. There's no grandfather in these mountains."

Yi Feng relieved himself on the spot and then flew away.

Cheng Liyuan and Zhen Wuji, who had chased after him, were left dumbfounded.

He just... left?

"Why?"

Zhen Wuji's eyes widened in disbelief.

Cheng Liyuan was equally stunned.

His own descendant was right in front of him, and he didn't even spare a glance?

That didn't make sense.

Could he have not noticed?

That was impossible.

With his abilities and strength, he should have sensed Zhen Wuji the moment he released his aura in the mountains.

Was Zhen Wuji not favored?

That couldn't be the case either. They had done their research—Zhen Wuji's arrogance was justified because he was indeed Zhen Jian's most beloved grandson.

Moreover, Zhen Jian was notoriously protective of his own. If he knew Zhen Wuji was here, he wouldn't have ignored him.

"Could it be that this person isn't Senior Zhen Jian?"

Cheng Liyuan couldn't help but mutter.

"Shut up!"

Zhen Wuji barked sharply, "He is my grandfather!"

Even though the face before him was vastly different from the one in his memories, Zhen Wuji refused to accept this reality.

After waiting so long for his grandfather's return, Zhen Wuji had expected to dominate the entire Desolate Realm, even looking down on the Desolate Sect. How could he suddenly become a nobody?

He quickly took off, chasing in the direction Yi Feng had gone.

Just as he rose into the air, another whooshing sound echoed.

Zhen Wuji's eyes lit up, filled with excitement.

"Haha, I knew it! How could my grandfather ignore me? He's coming back for me!"

Zhen Wuji laughed heartily.

But the next moment.

With a loud bang, Zhen Wuji was struck and disintegrated...