"Immortal Path... Truth-Seeker..."
Two perfectly ordinary nouns, yet when they fell into Chu Mu's ears, they shook him to the core for no discernible reason.
It seemed that these two nouns alone represented a wondrous world beyond his imagination.
Chu Mu forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and summoned his courage to ask, "May I ask, Old Li, are there many Truth-Seekers in the Cultivation World?"
"Of those who can set foot on the path of cultivation, how many could fail to harbor a heart that seeks truth?"
"It's simply a matter of whether one's mindset changes or not."
"In the Cultivation World, a hundred flowers bloom. If you always hold on to a heart that seeks truth, then one day, should you be fortunate enough to set foot on the Immortal Path, perhaps you'll be able to walk it a little more smoothly."
He slung the bamboo basket over his back once more, and Chu Mu walked out of Mingxin Hall as if in a daze.
It had been an entirely ordinary visit to Mingxin Hall. Over the past few months, he had lost count of how many times he had come here.
Yet this time, a brief conversation had completely torn away the mysterious veil concealing the transcendent realm of a higher level.
Cultivation, immortality... seeking truth, or perhaps... Cultivating Truth...
The Immortal Gods were no longer a guess. They were a reality unveiled before him.
Essence, Qi, and Spirit...
Spirit Manifestation... was the Immortal Path.
Standing before Mingxin Hall, Chu Mu gazed toward the heavens. The setting sun had begun to sink in the west, yet its crimson glow remained, spilling over the mountains in a dazzling wash of dark gold.
At this moment, his daze vanished completely. In its place, an indescribable excitement surged through