The massive trunk of the Sacred Tree Covering the Sky Banyan opened, then slowly closed again.
Jiang Ding examined it carefully, checking bit by bit until he was certain there were no problems. The last two relatives he had in the world slumbered within, their lifespans draining away at an extremely slow pace.
Immortal cultivators below the Golden Core stage were much weaker; their lifespans drained more slowly in the Slumber Secret Realm than those of Nascent Soul Cultivators.
"Mom, little sister, may we meet again in nine thousand years..."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
All of a sudden, an unprecedented loneliness wrapped around him.
From this moment onward, there was no family left between heaven and earth for him to speak to. He was all alone.
Many high-level cultivators began their descent into madness from exactly this point.
"Still, I have fellow Daoists, and so many classmates and teachers in the Immortal Sect... Compared with those high-level cultivators of the Immortal Sects, who stand in the dark forest with their minds constantly taut, I am fortunate. I do not have to face such loneliness and gradually become cold and twisted in my Dao heart, turning into some bizarre old monster."
"I will be sixteen forever, a shy young man."
"Now, I'm going to school."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself. For the first time, he looked forward to going to school so eagerly. He waited no longer, flying straight into the sky and traveling a great distance as he toured the Pure Breeze University campus.
Another year's college entrance examinations had ended.
Students came and went, brimming with youthful vigor. Freshmen and their parents entered the school of their dreams in high spirits.
A sixteen-year-old youth in green robes could not have fit in better among them, naturally carrying an