Tiansang Spirit Palace.
In the hazy night, three figures approached from afar along the shore of Goose Lake.
As they passed by a scattered few Acquired Spirit Cultivators, even though their footsteps were loud, none of the cultivators turned back to look.
"Brother, is this Old Sang's territory..."
The Storyteller in her red dress supported Ba Zunan. Listening to the frogs croak and the wind whisper, she was moved by the tranquil night.
What a paradise beyond the world!
This place was too peaceful, too beautiful—a land utterly untouched by strife.
The moment one entered, even one's soul relaxed. As for some Great Dao struggle, merely thinking about it was exhausting!
"This was also where Master Shou began cultivating the Dao..."
Liu Changqing, the old man on the other side, let out a long sigh. At present, Xuan Wuji was actually in control of his body and will.
Ba Zunan silently walked along the path from those days.
When he reached a certain spot, he suddenly stopped, feeling a faint pain in his chest.
Then, as they passed an immensely powerful third-realm Acquired Spirit Cultivator among the trees, that person happened to be making a breakthrough. The violent aura nearly sent Ba Zunan flying headlong into Goose Lake.
"Brother!"
The Storyteller's vision went black. She hurriedly stepped forward to support him. He was far too weak!
After Void Island, her brother's cultivation had fallen to the first realm of Spirit Cultivation. The vitality around him was like withered, rotten wood—worse than that of an ordinary person.
A strong gust of wind might even uproot him from the ground.
"The fourth realm of Spirit Cultivation..."
Ba Zunan pondered as he glanced at the young man sitting cross-legged on the ground. He waved a hand to stop the Storyteller from clenching her