The Dao moved in the unseen; the law never ran in vain.
Insights flowed through Wang Jixuan's heart, golden light flashing continuously between his brows as his Dao heart settled within the empty and luminous dwelling.
The mud pellet transformed, the Purple Mansion concealed the soul;
The meridians merged with the body, and the sea of qi filled his form.
When the Dao body became complete and freely returned to emptiness, one had reached the fourth realm of Foundation Establishment!
Wang Jixuan was in no hurry.
If a new cultivator were walking this path, they would probably advance directly once they experienced that sense of freedom and completeness.
But Wang Jixuan was different.
With the experience from his previous cultivation, he was completely unhurried this time.
Everyone around him was one of his own, and the transport planes had already entered the airspace of War Zone D5. His safety was assured.
He had to take this opportunity to purify the remaining demonic qi in his body, resolve the Aftereffects from his repeated use of demonic arts, and ensure that he would not leave too many flaws behind when forging a perfect Dao foundation later.
In truth, Wang Jixuan now understood that there was no such thing as a perfect Dao foundation.
Even if one's Dao foundation was complete, it could still be continuously strengthened and deepened. When one stood atop the Mahayana Stage and looked back, an overly bloated Dao foundation would instead hinder one's cultivation progress.
Finding what suited oneself and locating the most comfortable range—that was the true principle of Foundation Establishment cultivation.
Comfort zone... this poor Daoist was putting what he learned into practice.
He calmed his heart and entered meditation, sinking into the Return to the Immortal Dao, unaware that his old friend was about to