With Night Sky Layman dissolving his body and departing, everyone present sighed with emotion.
Cultivation was no easy matter. Even in the Central Divine Continent, reaching the Mahayana stage was exceedingly difficult.
As for the Tribulation Transcendence stage, that was no longer a realm ordinary cultivators were qualified to set foot in. Only sects with Tribulation Transcendence cultivators overseeing them deserved to be called great sects.
To treat one's cultivation realm as nothing and be so unrestrained—while it moved those present, it also filled them with admiration.
If they searched their hearts, they knew they would never be willing to do the same.
The effeminate cultivator, whose body had been taken over, finally regained control of himself.
During this time, his divine soul had been suppressed within his body. He had been completely unaware of what was happening outside, and even his sense of time passing had become vague.
When he came to his senses and saw the unfamiliar surroundings and several unfamiliar faces—
The effeminate cultivator was so frightened that he raised an orchid finger and asked, "Where am I? Who are you people?"
His memories still lingered on the moment he had been playing with the jade ruyi in the cave estate. Then everything around him had suddenly gone dark, and a whole crowd of people had abruptly appeared.
It was like taking a satisfying nap on the couch, only to fall into a dead sleep from exhaustion afterward. When you woke up, you found yourself still on the couch with a blanket over you, while a whole houseful of relatives played mahjong and chatted nearby, everyone looking at you with strangely unsettling eyes.
So when the effeminate cultivator spoke, the first thing he did was check whether his robe was properly worn.
Fortunately, there was nothing wrong