"You're so good to your daughter. If only my parents had been like that too... But I can't even remember my parents anymore. From the moment I could remember things, strict masters and teachers had been instructing me in the Dao and immortal arts. Back then, a group of us children had gathered inside a safe barrier, cultivating and living there. Later, the Falling Sword Immortal Sect selected us. We should have been the last batch of children... After that, no one ever mentioned my background to me again. It was as if we had appeared out of thin air. Perhaps even if I died, no one would care." On the way to the Orthodox Cauldron Immortal Sect, Song Ruo opened her heart to me.
"I imagine your parents had no choice. What parents in this world don't love their own children?" I consoled her. In truth, there was indeed much unimaginable evil in this world, but I had no intention of pouring all that negative energy into Song Ruo. Compared with most, she was still a rather innocent and romantic immortal cultivator. In this ancient immortal world, aside from being somewhat cold and indifferent, she really had no other problems.
"Later, the Dao calamities came more and more frequently. We might have been getting closer and closer to the Proving-Dao Heaven. The oppression grew increasingly severe. Many plants and animals could no longer adapt to this immortal energy, and they died or vanished one after another. We all wanted to leave, but we couldn't. Later, even my master died while facing the Dao calamity, and I truly had no elder or friend left to entrust my feelings to... But actually, I wasn't that miserable back then. This world was still fresh and perfectly natural to me, because I had