Originally, he had only gone out this time on a whim of curiosity—put simply, with the mindset of playing around. Yet the discovery before him made his expression turn extremely grave.
It seemed like happiness, seemed like delight; in his bewilderment, there was also a measure of anticipation.
He had worn out iron shoes searching in vain, only to find it without the slightest effort.
The strength of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator was certainly enviable, but once one's strength reached their level, seeking a breakthrough was absolutely as hard as climbing to heaven.
Every few hundred years, he would leave his sect's main headquarters and travel far afield. It did look as if he was doing whatever he pleased, but he was not doing it to cause trouble or stir up disasters; he had his own purpose.
And it was not mysterious in the least. Put plainly, there was nothing remarkable about it.
He was searching for opportunity.
Because in this Old Devil Xu's view, his aptitude was certainly not bad, but being able to cultivate to the early Tribulation Transcendence Stage was more or less his limit.
If he wanted to seek a breakthrough, he would have to have a heaven-defying opportunity. In short, sitting inside his sect and bitterly cultivating would absolutely never let him advance to the middle stage.
But something like opportunity, plainly speaking, was luck. You could not see it or touch it; how could it be easy to run into?
However, cultivators who could cultivate to this realm were naturally all people of tenacious will, and Old Devil Xu was naturally no exception.
If he could not run into it once, he need not be discouraged. As long as he persevered, a blind cat would one day run into a dead rat.
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