In ancient times, at the Dao Lecture Platform of the First Saint Sect.
Xu Changhe paid no heed to the fact that this was not his own cave abode. Inspiration surged within him like a spring, wave after wave of insight flooding his mind, so he simply sat down where he was.
Before long, he entered a state of sudden enlightenment.
In this state, he was almost completely unaware of the outside world. If an outsider harbored ill intent toward him, he could practically be slaughtered at their mercy.
Yet Xu Changhe did not care much about that.
After all, this was the First Saint Sect, the universally acknowledged foremost bastion of virtue among the myriad Jietians of the Light Sea. Its founder, Chu Sheng, was known throughout the Light Sea as a timely rain.
Three hundred years ago, his Empty Attainment of the Fruit Position had shocked countless people.
By now, Chu Sheng was the strongest beneath the Dao Lord of the Light Sea, and most people had concluded that he would surely refine a Primordial Spirit and ascend as the new Dao Lord.
Even more incredible was that this Chu Sheng was a mighty cultivator who bore great love in his heart and cared for all living beings. Even Lord Si Sui had publicly praised him.
Such character was worthy of trust.
Thus, Xu Changhe calmly chose to cultivate in the open air. And indeed, he had not been mistaken. Though quite a few cultivators passed by him, not one dared make a move. A tiny handful revealed greedy looks, but after thinking it over and over, they could only helplessly choose to give up.
"Forget it, forget it."
"This is the First Saint Sect, after all. Even setting that First Saint aside, his four personal disciples alone