He scooped out all the ashes from the incense burner, then strode down the mountain along the stone path.
He had stayed inside the Old Cliff Peak domain for a full five years.
This harvest of insights naturally had to be converted into his own Dao-attainment as quickly as possible.
For the past five years, his true body had guarded the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, and his cultivation had made not a single inch of progress.
He refused to walk the bloody, untamed path, and was unwilling to plot against disciples, descendants, or the like. In this world, he was like an out-of-place, solitary traveler.
Insisting on oneself was an extremely difficult thing.
Ordinary people could perhaps manage to persist for a few years, but to make you persist for several decades without seeing even a shred of hope would lead to a breakdown long ago.
Let alone when this persistence lasted for eternity at every turn!
The sea of gray vapor and clouds churned. When Li Qingyun arrived near Jia Tan of the Sacred Hall Clan, that fellow faintly sensed the movement and immediately began to scream hoarsely again.
Which fellow Daoist is that? Please give me a hand; there will surely be a heavy reward after getting out... Compared to five years ago, the aura of exhausted oil and withered lamp fire was diffusing through Jia Tan's voice at this moment.
Li Qingyun acted as if he had heard nothing, carrying the lamp as he walked past.
Even if fellow Daoist is unwilling to make a move, then please go out and inform my clan, let someone come and rescue me... You bastards, you're all a bunch of bastards, none of you will die a good death...
As Li Qingyun walked away, Jia Tan's bitter entreaties immediately turned