Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist, Friend of the Same Path

"Senior Sister, how did the ancestor spend all those years cultivating?"

Hearing that she would be going into seclusion for so long, Tang Yu could not help pondering the question.

After living for so many years, watching all the family and friends around you die one by one.

Being left alone for thousands of years—wouldn't that be unbearably lonely?

"What is cultivation? Cultivation is the cultivation of the heart. Many cultivators possess talent but lack a Dao heart. It is inevitable that they cannot travel far upon the Great Dao. That is why I told you not to rush your cultivation. Cultivating your heart is even more important."

After answering, Liu Yanlan felt that the explanation was somewhat too vague.

After pondering for a moment, she decided it would be more appropriate to speak of her own experiences and said softly.

"When I first went to the Joyous Union Sect to cultivate, I returned home once every ten years. Yet after only three visits, my parents had passed away. Two visits later, my younger sister was gone as well."

"When I returned again to visit, fifty years had already passed. The family remained, but old acquaintances were gone. Looking at the unfamiliar faces throughout the clan, a century of time seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye. Only then did I understand why the cicadas had sounded so mournful that summer."

"Those who cultivate immortality must experience all manner of things. Without a steadfast Dao heart, one cannot continue onward."

After Liu Yanlan finished speaking, she looked toward the sea of clouds.

Even though he could not see her expression.

Tang Yu knew that she was likely thinking of that home from hundreds of years ago.

He asked gently, "Senior Sister, it has already been hundreds of