In the blink of an eye, more than ten thousand years passed.
During the first half of those ten thousand years, Lin Daiyu traveled throughout the Three Realms, visiting nearly every corner of them. During the latter half, she found a blessed cave abode and secluded herself in the mountains, cultivating diligently and ignoring worldly affairs.
Throughout that time, only Zijuan and Xueyan kept her company, while Tanchun occasionally came to visit.
As for Jia Residence, Lin Daiyu had long since forgotten it.
After all, during the first few centuries, Grandmother Jia, Jia Zheng, Lady Wang, Jia Baoyu, Xue Baochai, and the others had grown old and kicked the bucket one after another. After that, Lin Daiyu had little remaining attachment to Jia Residence.
At most, Tanchun, as the Jia family's ancestor, would occasionally lend a hand to look after them—but not often.
Over these ten thousand years, the cultivation techniques Annie had left behind increasingly struck Lin Daiyu as vast and profound. In particular, the Five Manor Immortal Arts she had been taught—the more she cultivated them, the more wondrous they seemed.
Thus, more than ten thousand years of arduous cultivation had sent her cultivation soaring. She had now nearly reached the peak of the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
But that was as far as she could go.
At some unknown point, a thought had arisen in her heart: she might find it difficult to improve any further through cultivation alone.
It was not because of her techniques or her comprehension, but because of something else.
Wasn't that the case?
On this day, Lin Daiyu was meditating in her cave abode when she suddenly sensed something and abruptly opened her eyes.
Then she saw that, at some unknown time, someone had appeared outside the cave abode.
She