The daily grind of cultivation.
The busy process of learning.
The comfortable routine of everyday life.
Although his advancement in realm had greatly changed Ling Wuyuan's strength,
it had not greatly affected the rhythm of his life. What he did every day before, he still did every day now. At most, it left Su Qingyue and the others utterly shocked.
After all,
a twenty-five-year-old Heart Domain Realm cultivator truly overturned their worldview.
At the mere age of twenty-five,
compared to them—whose true ages had to be measured in units of tens of thousands of years—he was practically no different from an infant, someone who had only just been born. Yet now,
he was only one level away from their realm—
the Void Glimpse Realm.
Even if that one level could trap countless people and leave them unable to cross it for their entire lives,
judging by the talent Ling Wuyuan had displayed,
Su Qingyue and the others had every reason to believe that perhaps all they needed to do was casually enter seclusion once, and Ling Wuyuan's cultivation realm would surpass theirs.
To put it plainly,
one casual session of seclusion for them lasted centuries, millennia, or even tens of thousands of years.
However, after their shock, recalling how Ling Wuyuan had always been extraordinarily abnormal, Su Qingyue and the others quickly felt relieved.
That was right.
At this point,
there was no longer any meaning in using common sense to imagine Ling Wuyuan's potential.
Thus, in the end, after spending only a negligible amount of time,
Su Qingyue and the others accepted reality with remarkable calm.
They no longer dwelled on why Ling Wuyuan could advance so quickly.
By comparison,
they cared much more about Yuan Yujun's situation.
Their gazes kept shifting back and forth between, *You really made