Seclusion Bore No Fruit, Journeying Through Shu You

Yet Yang An's seclusion yielded no substantial progress. No matter how he cultivated in seclusion, he could not see through the means to break the shackles holding back his breakthrough.

For a hundred years, he never forgot his original resolve and swore to break those shackles.

After a thousand years without a single breakthrough, Yang An began to grow restless and anxious.

After ten thousand years, he was nearly on the verge of collapse. He could no longer settle his mind in seclusion, unable even to maintain the most basic state of calming his breath and focusing his mind.

So he emerged from seclusion. He did so in secret, and no one knew of it.

After emerging, he quietly left the Evergreen Sacred Supreme Palace and came to a remote little city in the Yan Yang Realm.

This little city was so ordinary that no one paid it any attention. Even he, the master of the Yan Yang Realm, had never noticed it. It was as if he were seeing it for the first time.

The place seemed cut off from the world, free of disputes among cultivators and filled with harmony.

Though the beings here cultivated the Dao, they practiced the path of inaction and peace. They were simple and kind-hearted.

High in the air, Yang An regarded the place with interest. After pondering for a while, he let out a breath and decided to temporarily put everything aside and enter the small city for a look.

With a whoosh, he transformed into a young man dressed in a plain light-cyan robe and descended.

When he reached the city gate, he saw two large ink-black characters written above it: Shu You. Though the handwriting looked like butchered scrawl, it was wreathed in laws.

"Shu You City?"

Yang An stared