Life was like a grand feast; gatherings and partings always came in their time.
Every journey was an interpretation of life, a practice of the Dao Heart.
The true Dao did not lie in the height of one's cultivation, but in where the soul belonged, and in the unwavering conviction and tireless exploration one held while cultivating.
With that thought, the last trace of regret in Xu Chunniang's heart vanished.
She, too, had her own Dao to seek.
Little Orange and Little White had stayed by her side ever since her humblest days.
But dust gathered and dust scattered; affinities arose and affinities faded. Cultivation was a lonely journey, and they could only accompany her for a short stretch of the road.
They would eventually leave to seek the Dao that belonged to them.
Xu Chunniang drank the last mouthful of wine. Watching Chi Xuzi, the strongest drinker among them, collapse drunk before her after Fairy Lingyun and Elder Gong, she smiled and shook her head.
After attaining the Dao Fruit of a Daluo Golden Immortal, even ten Chi Xuzis could not outdrink her.
While the few of them were drunk, she set layer upon layer of barriers across the entire immortal mountain.
Even if a Daluo Golden Immortal came in person, it would take quite some time to break through each of those barriers.
As for those Mountain Spirits and Water Spirits secretly siphoning cultivation, after careful consideration, Xu Chunniang chose not to interfere further.
After breaking through to become a Daluo Golden Immortal, the way she viewed things had changed from before.
The Immortal Realm had strict rules, while the Demon Realm was free and undisciplined. These utterly different atmospheres were related to their rulers.
The Immortal Realm followed the rigorous order established by the Five Emperors, like