Humans are not grass or wood—how could they be without feeling?
No matter how cultivators trained, they ultimately had to retain the seven emotions and six desires. Even Earth Immortals, after severing the so-called Three Flowers, still had to preserve their innate nature and original heart.
Without one's original heart and innate nature, no matter how powerful one's cultivation was, one would be nothing more than a puppet of heaven-and-earth laws, utterly meaningless.
Countless scriptures had emphasized this point: cultivators must preserve their original hearts and innate natures. It was said that even the gods, Buddhas, immortals, and demons above the Nine Heavens were the same.
Gao Xian was not yet five hundred years old this year. By calculation, he had only lived through one-tenth of his lifespan. Even so, he sometimes could not help sighing with emotion, while his heart filled with worry for the future.
Fortunately, he was very good at regulating himself. Besides, he was living quite well. Such sentiments were purely self-indulgent melodrama.
He also knew perfectly well that he was preparing to attain the Unified Primordial Spirit. After being lectured by Daoist Lord Xuanyang, he felt somewhat uncertain, and so could not help letting his thoughts run wild.
After the New Year, Gao Xian merely informed Qiniang before silently leaving the Profound Bright Church and arriving at Xuandu Peak on Azure Cloud Mountain.
Several decades had passed, and the number of Demon Race members gathered across the mountains had doubled again. These low-level demons had little skill, but they were exceedingly capable at breeding the next generation.
The Azure Cloud Sect had established its sect here because it valued the abundance of spiritual qi. The formations left behind by the Azure Cloud Sect had long since been completely destroyed, causing the spiritual qi here to