"..."
Li Fan pinched his fingers and calculated a bit, discovering that there were indeed one or two cultivators who survived this calamity, but none had any fate tied to him. Thus, he shrugged his shoulders and left with a flick of his sleeve.
Everyone had set out on the path of cultivation, and even Nascent Souls were people who had lived over a thousand years. It's up to each to get through their own tribulations.
Then, Li Fan calculated again and picked a plot nearby, flying straight to the next mountain peak.
This was a place where two old men were playing chess in the mountains; of course, anyone playing chess in such a desolate and biting-cold spot was not normal. Looking at them, one in a blue Taoist robe and the other in a red sorcerer's garb, both in the Transcendence stage, they were presumably old foes from Xuanmen and Divine Teachings having a magical duel.
