Hua Dou felt deeply saddened. The people already suffered in these troubled times, and he hadn't expected the conflict to involve cultivation as well. The supernatural powers of cultivators were beyond what ordinary people could withstand. A single spell or magic treasure could cause enormous casualties. When soldiers fell, the common people were often conscripted to replace them.
The common people were often driven into remote mountains and forests. Those lucky enough might find a place to live in seclusion; the unlucky ones became prey for wild beasts or even Demonic Beasts.
Hua Dou settled the people he had rescued in Wu Da's home. With Wu Da looking after them, they at least knew which places to avoid.
As Hua Dou watched his portrait being carved onto a wooden plaque and worshiped, he was overcome with emotion. The gods in people's hearts weren't lofty figures above them, but those who could bring them a peaceful life and drive away illness and misfortune.
Hua Dou knew he couldn't undo the calamity sweeping across the world, but he hoped his small efforts could change something.
After a moment's thought, Hua Dou left behind some methods of guiding and refining qi. Purple clouds surged around his entire body, rising beneath him and slowly lifting him into the air. Riding the purple clouds, he transformed into a streak of Flowing Light and sped toward the horizon. The common people knelt to see him off, calling out, "Lord Hua Dou!"
Hua Dou concealed himself in the low woods on a hill beside the battlefield. His mind sank into a state of complete detachment from the world, leaving a wisp of Spiritual Sense hidden in the void. This state allowed him to make rapid progress in cultivation and understanding. Since breaking through to Refining Spirit Transforming