In the quiet chamber, master and disciple sat facing each other.
"I never expected the situation in the upper realm to be far more complicated than in the lower realm.
Not only was I unable to help you, I even held you back. These past years, you have suffered greatly because of me."
Clearly, the method Xuan Zhongtian had provided for breaking the curse was correct. After Ling Taichu awakened, his consciousness had returned to normal.
Perhaps because he had slept for too long, however, he had yet to fully recover.
Thus, he did not speak much. As he quietly adjusted his condition, he listened to Fang Xiao recount all that had happened over the years.
From the existence of the Small World before them, to being swept into the Devil Realm by Xuan Zhongtian, to escaping into the Realm Battlefield, and finally secretly crossing into the Tianhuang Realm.
Even with Ling Taichu's considerable experience, he was still shaken by the profound and unfathomable fortuitous encounters, as well as the incomparably perilous crises, Fang Xiao had experienced along the way.
That tiny child of the past had now become a great cultivator at the Void Refining Stage.
Moreover, the people Fang Xiao now came into contact with were, at the very least, top experts among Void Refining cultivators. Even towering existences such as Mahayana cultivators had become entangled in his affairs.
Although Ling Taichu had long expected Fang Xiao's future to be boundless, he had to admit that Fang Xiao's strength, knowledge, and rate of growth had all far exceeded his expectations.
He had once thought his disciple was a monster.
Yet he had never imagined that being called a monster was merely the threshold for beholding Fang Xiao.
"Why would Master say such a thing? To contend with Heaven,