Pressure

A hundred years had passed, yet Yang Fushuo was only at the Seventh-Level Golden Core, still far from Perfected Golden Core, let alone the Nascent Soul Realm.

"At this rate, it would already be pretty good if he reached Perfected Golden Core in another hundred years."

"By then, Yang Fushuo would be over three hundred years old. Whether he could break through to the Nascent Soul Realm in this lifetime was truly unknown."

The great hurdle from Golden Core to Nascent Soul might trap a cultivator for an entire lifetime.

There were many Golden Core Immortal Clans on the Mystic Spirit Continent. Which family did not have a few old men and old women at Perfected Golden Core? Yet Nascent Soul Immortal Clans were few, all of them the familiar names.

Only fifty years ago, Legendary Lands had begun appearing in various places, allowing some Perfected Golden Core cultivators to achieve Nascent Soul. That was why Nascent Soul Immortal Clans on the continent had become somewhat more plentiful.

"Who can say for sure what will happen a hundred years from now? The future is always changing."

Yang Genshuo did not dwell on matters so far away. Yang Fushuo was still in his prime, so there was no need for melancholy.

Three days passed swiftly.

These days, Yang Genshuo had been keeping an eye on the storyline in the Legendary Land, White Granary, helping the Yang Family see through its traps and opportunities. Things had remained dangerous but uneventful.

No story on the scale of the post station had appeared afterward. There was only tedious travel and minor incidents along the way.

Yang Genshuo believed the later storyline might be simpler. It could not possibly be filled with life-threatening tales all the way through, could it?

"Still, nothing particularly high-quality has