"Aunt Jing!" Xu Qin's face was full of sorrow. She murmured to herself, gazing wistfully in the direction where that figure had vanished.
I grieve that my life is but a moment, and sigh that time and space are endless. Even a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator would turn to a speck of dust between heaven and earth once their lifespan ran out. Lu Xiaotian sighed softly. The slight resentment he had felt toward Silverwhistle seemed to scatter with the wind, blown farther and farther away.
He raised a hand and cupped the air. The formation flags in his grasp fluttered in the wind. The five flags took their places in five directions, swelling until they became five towering banners suspended in the air. They shrouded the entire mountain range where Xiang Qingcheng was in seclusion. As a great water-element cultivator, Silverwhistle had chosen neither to sit in meditation until death nor to undergo Liberation by Violence and enter the Dao. Instead, she had chosen to turn her physical body directly into nothingness. The pure water spiritual power she left behind rippled through these mountains, raising the already abundant spiritual energy here by another level.
With a Netherwater Spirit Body, advancing to a new realm was exceedingly difficult—at least before Spirit Transformation. As for what came after Spirit Transformation, who could say? Even a great cultivator was already among the very top of this world's human cultivators.
Lu Xiaotian now understood that Silverwhistle herself had been part of the plan: she had turned into the water spiritual power filling the skies to help Xiang Qingcheng reach an entirely new realm. Naturally, Xiang Qingcheng couldn't absorb all the water spiritual power Silverwhistle had become. But the two of them cultivated the same technique, and their auras were closely aligned. Once Xiang