Hu Junshan's cultivation had now barely reached the True Essence Eighth Layer,
but more than two hundred years had passed, and his lifespan had more or less entered its twilight years.
In his twilight years, with his potential exhausted, he no longer had any chance of advancing to the Cave True Realm.
Apart from the very few lone individuals with unwavering Dao Hearts, the vast majority of cultivators like him would devote their remaining time to their descendants and families, paving a path for their bloodline's future.
Hu Junshan was no exception.
Over these years, he had essentially come to know his destiny. He no longer held any hopes for his future Dao Path, and his remaining time and energy were largely devoted to the continuation of his own family.
After all, with the Mo Calamity ravaging the land over the years, many clans and factions had risen and fallen in rapid succession, requiring even greater effort to preserve.
As a result,
the Sect naturally would not invest resources into nurturing cultivators such as these.
It was also for this reason
that Hu Junshan was not a Core Disciple of the Cloud Water Sect and did not enjoy a Core Disciple's benefits. Instead, he was attached to the status of an Inner Sect Disciple, while his own family consisted of cultivators under the Cloud Water Sect's rule. Should a large-scale war break out, his family might also be conscripted to guard some location.
Compared to his own unremarkable life,
the Immortal Master was undoubtedly the protagonist of the immortal-cultivation novels of the mortal world,
destined to illuminate the ages to come!
Hu Junshan believed this deeply.
As Hu Junshan was filled with boundless emotion, time slipped quietly away.
At this moment,
among the dense crowd of hundreds of thousands within