Chen Mo turned his head to look at the deep mountains behind him and slowly let out a long breath.
Finally, he had left. All night, he had felt on edge. It was good to be alive. If Bian Xiu had turned hostile, escaping would not have been easy for Chen Mo. He might even have lost his life.
Besides, even if he had trump cards, using them before Bian Xiu, whose strength surpassed his own, might have resulted in Bian Xiu pursuing him without end.
For cultivators, anything beneficial to cultivation would make people fight over it. That was the common nature of cultivators. Only by seizing others' opportunities could they improve their own strength and live longer.
The longer one lived, the higher one could cultivate. Sometimes, cultivation of immortality did not place too much importance on talent. Having it was best, but lacking it was acceptable too. As long as one lived long enough and encountered opportunities, one could still achieve success in cultivation.
Cultivation of immortality depended on opportunities, resources, and assistance in cultivation.
Master Ye Shang's experiences were the foundation Chen Mo could learn from and draw upon. Even Master Ye Shang, a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, had still died far from home. That only proved that the path of cultivation was indeed covered in thorns.
Who among those able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm was not a chosen child of heaven? Yet even people like that still fell. Chen Mo's caution and worry were, in truth, a form of responsibility toward himself.
The road ahead was long; he still had to start from the beginning!
Chen Mo's strength was still far too low, which was why he felt this way. If he were currently in the Golden Core Realm, or even at