Donglai Immortal Island was undoubtedly an exceptionally suitable place for secluded cultivation.
Protected by a Seventh-tier Immortal Array, it was absolutely safe. Within, the mountains were green and the waters fair, spiritual energy was abundant, and no outsiders came to disturb them.
After living in seclusion here for a hundred years, Zhou Yang had come to love this kind of life. He even began to think that perhaps he could remain here in seclusion forever.
This place was absolutely safe. Every day, he cultivated the Three Treasures Ruyi Art, drawing upon his own essence, qi, and spirit to condense the "Three Treasures Ruyi." It took only half a day, leaving him free to arrange the rest of his time as he pleased.
After drawing out his essence, qi, and spirit, he was not in good condition for comprehending laws or undertaking anything that consumed large amounts of mana. Thus, his schedule mostly consisted of relaxing activities such as reading, brewing tea, fishing, and grilling.
Having cultivated for seventeen or eighteen hundred years, this was still Zhou Yang's first time experiencing such prolonged ease.
It had to be said that this life was truly quite good.
There was no pressure from cultivation, no pressure from external enemies, and no internal pressure. He only needed to do whatever he wished.
This was the carefree immortal life he had envisioned, the life he had truly sought and longed for.
Sometimes, he even thought that even if he could not become immortal, spending a thousand years living so freely and happily would mean he had not lived this life in vain.
Of course, such thoughts only occasionally arose while he rested. They would not truly affect his Dao-seeking heart.
After a hundred years, his "Three Treasures Ruyi" was roughly as he had expected: one-third