How Can Summer Insects Speak of Ice? A Quail Laughs at Kunpeng!
"This is Ba Zunan!"
Just a few sparse words, yet they brimmed with boundless grandeur.
Everyone abruptly felt relieved, as though they could see the high-spirited Eighth Sword Immortal of old, who had defeated the world—and also the present-day Ba Zunan, downtrodden yet still serenely at ease.
Yet whether it was the celestial immortal who became Innate in three breaths and a Sword Immortal in three years, or the banished immortal who had returned to being a Postnatal spiritual cultivator—
From that one sentence, "Why should I not roam free?" one could see that his state of mind had never once rippled.
Success and failure seemed, in his eyes, to be nothing more than different experiences in life, each capable of bringing joy.
Neither delighted by external things nor saddened by himself.
Such indifference and transcendence were astonishing.
The Sword Path, the path of spiritual cultivation, even the three thousand Great Paths... cultivators might need talent, perseverance, or fortunate opportunities.
But no matter what, the "heart" was the most indispensable thing.
"Reduced to a banished immortal—why should I not roam free?"
Many spiritual cultivators murmured those words. They vaguely understood why Ba Zunan was Ba Zunan, why he could become Ba Zunan, while they themselves could only feel ashamed of their own inadequacy.
With such a Dao Heart, even using merely thirty percent talent and thirty percent effort, how could he fail to achieve anything? This was Heaven chasing after him to feed him! Even if Ba Zunan had not cultivated the sword, he would surely have soared to success in some other path at some moment, wouldn't he? "Why should I not roam free? Why should I not roam free..."
High in the sky, Dao Qiongchang, looking