"Fellow Daoist, have you rested enough?"
Hui Zhi Sanren had changed into a different outfit and stood at the door, smiling as she greeted Wang Jixuan.
Behind her was a thick wall of light.
They were currently aboard a tower ship sixty or seventy meters long. Beneath it lay a stretch of strange rocks, making the entire vessel resemble a movable miniature immortal island.
The tower ship had five or six levels, each with private rooms for cultivation.
It was a high-grade magical artifact, quite difficult to refine and fairly stable in itself.
The tower ship had activated its protective formation, while outside it stretched a dazzling rainbow-colored path.
At the bow was a precious pearl called the Heavenly Net Pearl, bestowed by immortals and serving as proof that they could travel between realms. This dazzling path was likely some kind of transit passage, though Wang Jixuan did not know the specifics.
It probably involved immortal arts.
Still, the spiritual energy here was clearly far denser than on Earth.
Returning to the female cultivator at the door.
She had changed into a spotless white dress, a soft silk sash tied around her waist. She wore cloud-treading shoes, her long hair arranged in twin ring-shaped buns, and broad cloth armor bound around her cuffs.
Her beautiful eyes were bright and lively, while her bearing remained gentle and graceful.
Even in the Cultivation World where Wang Jixuan had once lived, women with such high cultivation, considerable strength, outstanding beauty, and elegant temperament were exceedingly rare.
However, Wang Jixuan was no longer as innocent as he had been back then. Ahem, no longer as pure-hearted.
Though he did not possess the memories of the debauchery and recklessness of his Second Life, his relationship with Ling Tong was genuine life experience.
Therefore, Wang Jixuan