After Chen Ze and Li Hengwen left, Lin Bingchun remained alone in that corner, gripping the medicinal pill tightly as a storm of emotions churned within him.
He gazed at the unfamiliar yet mysterious surroundings of the Myriad Phenomena Domain, his thoughts drifting far away.
He knew full well what situation he was in. With his severe injuries, he could only rely on the medicinal pill Chen Ze had given him and the environment here to recover.
Yet Chen Ze's words had been like a boulder cast into a placid lake, stirring wave upon wave of ripples in his heart.
Was there truly a vast conspiracy hidden behind the Gate of the Spirit Realm?
Before this, he had wholeheartedly yearned for the Spirit Realm. For Dagan's glory and for breakthroughs in his own cultivation, he had never once questioned it.
But now, he had no choice but to reconsider.
Moreover, Chen Ze's idea of establishing a Pure Land had loosened something deep within him—the pure longing for cultivation that had long been buried beneath dust.
He knew that in the complex, ever-changing, and perilous Cultivation World, if such a Pure Land truly existed, it would be the dream destination of countless cultivators.
Had he not once held such thoughts himself? Longqing City was the product of those very thoughts.
In Longqing City, he had once tried to create a relatively fair and peaceful cultivation environment.
He had wanted the cultivators within the city to focus on their own cultivation and advancement, without being troubled by the outside world's conflicts and schemes.
However, as he became more deeply involved in managing Longqing City,
the entanglements between various factions, the struggle for resources, and the pressure of cultivation breakthroughs gradually caused him to lose sight of his original path.
Now, Chen Ze's