That year, that mountain, that youth!
Having achieved success in cultivation, he would not let the passage of time wear away his memories. Yet that feeling truly seemed far too distant now—the unripe memories of his youth.
Those memories would occasionally surge into his mind, and over these past dozen or so years, they had surfaced with particular frequency.
In truth, this was merely a wisp of his Primordial Spirit Avatar. His true body was naturally not here, but within the small world inside the room, refining the Taiyi Gathering Yuan Pill. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen years had passed, and the Taiyi Gathering Yuan Pill was still being refined at an orderly pace.
It had now reached its final stage. This Primordial Spirit Avatar had merely been left outside to keep watch, and it was precisely because of that that he had come to know Wang Jun.
"Ah, so it's only the barest surface!" Wang Jun said dejectedly. It seemed that no matter what achievements he made, they were only the barest surface in Ye Xiwen's eyes.
He did not know what realm Ye Xiwen had reached, nor did he dare imagine it too highly. With his current horizons, he could not conceive of anything too lofty. Even Dao Proofing and Becoming God was, to him, an incomparably exalted figure standing high above all else.
"Of course. Did you think cultivation was something simple? With your current cultivation, you've only grasped a little of the surface. Don't get arrogant!" Ye Xiwen glanced at Wang Jun and said casually.
He naturally knew how difficult it was to make these young people guard against arrogance and impatience. Back then, he too had walked this path step by step.
Yet it was precisely because of this that