Within the immortal estate, Yu Shenfeng looked Luo Zheng up and down, staring at him as if he were a stranger.
After comprehending the complete Dao's Naturalness, Luo Zheng's Yang Soul had undergone a transformation. The Sea of True Meaning was also a place of cultivation, and it had strengthened his soul to a certain degree.
With these two transformations, Luo Zheng's bearing had changed as well.
His gaze remained sharp, but his features now appeared extraordinarily natural.
"Junior Brother, you're finally out!" Yu Shenfeng came over and asked.
"What happened?" Luo Zheng was secretly startled. Could something major have happened while I was in seclusion?
"Nothing. I just wanted to ask whether the Sea of True Meaning was fun." Yu Shenfeng chuckled.
Luo Zheng glared fiercely at him, then walked straight toward the main hall of the immortal estate.
In the main hall, Luo Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the ceiling. A faint trace of worry could be seen on his face.
Hearing the commotion at the entrance, he turned and saw that it was his son. Only then did that trace of worry quietly fade away. "Zheng'er is out of seclusion! Congratulations—you've cultivated the complete Meaning of the Dao!"
In his spare time, Luo Xiao had also been pondering the Meaning of Dao's Naturalness.
His progress in cultivation was not much slower than Luo Zheng's.
Although a "saint" was not considered a realm in the Mother World, he had ultimately lived countless times longer than Luo Zheng. He had experienced far more things, possessed a broader perspective, and thus had an advantage over Luo Zheng in comprehending Dao's Naturalness.
Of course, even Luo Xiao still needed a certain opportunity to set foot in the Sea of True Meaning.
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