Regarding that White-Clad Female Corpse, a True Immortal-level woman suspected to have come from the Upper Realm,
she was far too distant from Shen Changchuan.
Thus, while the danger she might bring made Shen Changchuan feel an even greater sense of urgency regarding his own strength,
he did not devote too much more time or energy to her.
What purpose had she descended from the Immortal Realm for? Why had she attacked the inheritance space? And why was she hiding within the Corpse Refining Sect?
For the time being, none of it had much to do with Shen Changchuan.
Her existence might even draw the covetous eyes of cultivators standing at the peak of the Immortal Path in this world, triggering a great war that wiped the Southern Great Domain from the face of the earth.
If such things truly happened, Shen Changchuan likely would not be able to change anything.
It was like the man of Qi worrying that the sky would fall—utterly meaningless.
Therefore,
although Shen Changchuan's heart had been shaken by learning these secrets,
he quickly pressed them all down, burying them deep within his heart.
However,
these matters had indeed once again fiercely stirred Shen Changchuan's desire to strive and grow stronger.
"The Cultivation World is fraught with peril. Even if one acts with the utmost caution, there is nothing to be done if disaster falls from the heavens due to bad luck."
"Without sufficient strength, one is ultimately nothing more than a weak insect. Perhaps one day, one will be carelessly crushed to death."
"No one knows what day a crisis will erupt. I must raise my strength as quickly as possible!"
At this moment,
Shen Changchuan's gaze was firmer than ever before.
Originally,
his goal
had merely been to improve his strength as much