The Demon Race cultivated in just this way. So long as there was no external interference during advancement and their consciousness was resolute enough, it would become a natural outcome. Yet the habits of the Demon Race meant that most of them lacked such steadfast consciousness.
In other words, their human desires were excessively inflated. Only a small number understood the principles involved; most acted according to their instincts. This posed a fatal danger when cultivating toward the Fourth Realm. Thus, although their advancement was simple—merely another purification of their inner cores—few could step into the Fourth Realm.
Hu Qianqian's Daoist cultivation was even more stable than that of Wang Ping, her Master, and she had retained the traits of a fox Yao. That was what made her truly rare. Now that no one could threaten the Taiyan Sect's headquarters from outside, there was a high chance that her advancement would proceed without incident.
However, a Demon Race member advancing into the Fourth Realm was undoubtedly an irresistible temptation to the other members of the Demon Race. Within the Demon Race, clansmen were almost daily refined by their subordinates during advancement. Hu Qianqian's Daoist temple looked incomparably harmonious inside and out at the moment, but when the critical moment came, some Demon might very well let evil rise in his heart.
Therefore, once Hu Qianqian's advancement had stabilized, Wang Ping's avatar sat at the dock to fish, while also standing guard for Hu Qianqian. Only a small part of his true consciousness remained there; most of it returned to the Wood Spirit World on the outskirts of the Chaos Storm.
For Wang Ping, cultivation was currently the most important matter. Though the turmoil in the starry sky had been caused at his instigation, he did not care much about it.