The Tranquility of Seclusion

"Junior Sister, look! That's the entrance to the Wave League!"

A young man in azure robes with an immature face stood on the observation platform, pulling along a beautiful young girl as he excitedly pointed toward the gate on the distant mountain.

Standing amid the bustling crowd, the beautiful young girl's face darkened. "Senior Brother, we're practically going bankrupt. What couldn't we do with a hundred spirit stones? And we spent them just to see this?"

The azure-robed youth gazed at the distant gate, where two radiant deities stood motionless. Though their might was not outwardly apparent, the supreme divine aura they exuded still filled every cultivator who came with solemn reverence, even making them unable to resist kneeling in worship.

A sunrise-like yearning shone in the youth's clear eyes as he said, "You don't understand... Here, one can see deities and establish one's Dao Heart. I want to take Son of Waves Divine Son as my goal too. One day, I'll find a few deities to guard my gate as well!"

The beautiful girl rolled her eyes. "Give it up. There are countless cultivators in this world, but only one An Bulang."

The azure-robed youth remained resolute, utterly unshaken. "There are countless cultivators in this world. What do they have to do with me? My only goal is An Bulang."

The girl opened her mouth, only to discover that she had no words to refute him.

On the observation platform, countless cultivators were just like that youth: they saw deities and established their Dao Hearts.

An Bulang had imperceptibly influenced many people, though he himself did not know it.

He still had his own matters to attend to.

He had to grow stronger, strong enough to face the crises of the future!

During this journey to Ghost God Mountain,