"Hahaha, Senior Brother, I've broken through!"
A hundred years later, atop Mount Sumeru, Zhunti's voice reached Jieyin's ears before he himself arrived, as Jieyin sat cross-legged within the cave dwelling.
Before long, Zhunti's figure appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"Congratulations, Junior Brother. Your cultivation has caught right up!"
With a sweep of his divine sense, Jieyin immediately discovered that Zhunti's cultivation had risen to Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Perfection. Having only just broken through, his aura was still unstable, and Jieyin saw through it at a glance.
"Senior Brother, you still haven't broken through?"
Zhunti's tone was full of puzzlement. A thousand years ago, Jieyin had been but a hair's breadth away from the Quasi-Saint realm—why had he still not broken through?
Jieyin gave a bitter smile. "Cultivation is easy to raise, but obsessions are hard to sever. Once you have thoroughly stabilized your cultivation, Junior Brother, you will understand."
"I truly hadn't expected you to break through so quickly this time, Junior Brother!"
Jieyin put away his bitter smile, replacing it with a pleased expression.
"Strange indeed. Over the past thousand years, my cultivation has seemed blessed by the gods. Those bottlenecks from before have apparently vanished entirely, and my realm has advanced with fierce momentum. I have no idea why."
Zhunti excitedly shared his recent cultivation insights with Jieyin.
After hearing this, Jieyin pondered for a moment and worked out the reason.
"Junior Brother, perhaps you have progressed so quickly because you untangled the demonic obstruction in your heart!"
As the saying went, those caught in the game were blind, while onlookers saw clearly.
Zhunti had naturally not noticed that he himself had fallen into a demonic obstruction.
Yet a thousand years ago, upon learning that Hong Yun and the others were repairing the Western Earth