Once all the treasures had been collected, the cultivators in the area rushed towards the entrance to the Immortal Realm, as the treasures were limited and first come, first served.
Moreover, the most important thing in the Immortal Realm is Immortal Jade. Obtaining a large amount of Immortal Jade would be of great benefit to the Yingbian Realm stage experts.
Even cultivators at the Spirit Severing Realm can obtain it and use it to play a crucial role when breaking through to the Yingbian Realm stage.
After instructing Liu Mei, Luo Chuan looked at Sun Tai, the Grand Elder of the Corpse Yin Sect, and then instructed his Blood Qilin to protect Liu Mei Liu Mei ensure her safety if any danger occurred.
Hong Die was also among them. After giving Liu Mei a meaningful glance, she followed the first cultivator and flew towards the entrance of the Rain Immortal World.
Watching all the cultivators disappear before his eyes, Luo Chuan also vanished from the spot. After all, it would take at least several years for the cultivators who entered to return.
The Southern Kingdom, Level 4 Cultivation Country.
In a vibrant valley.
Looking at his emaciated wife, A-Dai couldn't help but shed tears. He tightly grasped Liu Pingmei's hands, "I'm sorry... Pingmei, I'm so sorry."
Liu Pingmei gave a weak smile and replied, "It's alright... Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural order of life. I know I'm just an ordinary person and can't possibly walk this path with my husband."
"If I die, let me stay here forever, so that I can protect this scenery with my husband."
A-Dai clenched his fists in anguish, tears streaming down his face. He felt even more guilty towards his wife, and even considered using his spiritual power to help her extend her lifespan.
But with his lifespan nearing its end, how could the actions of Heaven be compared to those of a mere cultivator?
Liu Pingmei, her face deathly pale, leaned against the bedside, then looked up at Uncle Luo Chuan at the door and gave him a smile.
"Uncle Luo... you've arrived."
" Pingmei..." Luo Chuan looked at the emaciated Liu Pingmei and said softly, "Uncle Luo has come to see you off on your final journey."
"Thank you, Uncle Luo."
Liu Pingmei smiled and tidied her long white hair behind her ear, her gaze returning to A-Dai as she personally wiped away the tears on his cheeks.
"My husband, don't cry. You'll look ugly if you cry."
Liu Pingmei bit her dry lips and said weakly, "Husband, please don't be like this. I'm so worried about you."
"Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the laws of nature, even gods cannot avoid them. My husband, promise me you will live well and not be discouraged by us, okay?"
"I don't want to, I can't do it," A-Dai cried. He couldn't act like nothing was wrong.
After Liu Pingmei finished speaking, her life came to an end as her life ran out of energy.
" Pingmei, sob sob sob." A-Dai hugged Liu Pingmei tightly in his arms and cried bitterly.
After Liu Pingmei's death, A-Dai sat alone for more than ten days, and even when Yun Quezi came, he did not make a sound.
Yun Quezi was helpless in this matter and could only let A-Dai stay there. As for the woman's death, it was also something he could not do.
Mortals live for no more than a hundred years, while cultivators can live for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. The two will never be on the same path.
Until A-Dai completely entered seclusion, Luo Chuan understood that Ah Dai had begun to break through to the Spirit Severing Realm stage, using this grief and the pain of mortals to advance his cultivation.
The morning mist in the valley was still frosty. A-Dai Dai sat cross-legged under the Old Osmanthus Tree that Liu Pingmei loved most in her life, his spiritual energy chaotic like a raging torrent.
A-Dai felt as if the warmth of his wife's withered body still lingered in his arms, and the words of her dying words echoed in his ears. Those gentle words intertwined with the excruciating pain in his heart, turning into the sharpest blade, cutting into his Dao heart again and again.
The spiritual energy surged through the meridians, sometimes stagnant like ice, sometimes violent like a cracked shore, each impact accompanied by excruciating pain.
I recall the spring day when I first met Liu Pingmei; she was washing clothes by the stream, her smile more radiant than the peach blossoms.
She recalled those cold nights after their marriage when she sewed his robes, her fingertips turning red from the cold.
I remember when she was seriously ill, she forced a smile and said, "My husband, you must take good care of yourself."
These images, like sparks, ignited a wildfire in A-Dai's collapsing mind.
" Pingmei..." A-Dai murmured in a low, hoarse voice, his eyes already dry, only grief and determination surging in his eyes.
The lifespan of mortals is as fleeting as morning dew, while the path of cultivators is long and uncertain. I once hated this powerlessness, but now I will transform this pain into the driving force for breaking through realms.
The Dao heart is tempered in excruciating pain, just as a stubborn rock undergoes countless hammer blows and refinements, gradually revealing a warm and lustrous sheen.
The spiritual energy around him suddenly converged, forming a visible vortex that stirred up the fallen leaves and morning mist in the valley.
A-Dai's aura rose steadily, breaking through the shackles from the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm stage. His meridians were widened by the violent spiritual power, and his sea of consciousness became increasingly clear under the nourishment of his Dao heart.
At this moment, A-Dai no longer resists this grief, but accepts it and integrates with it, allowing the deep feelings of a mortal to merge with the Dao heart of a cultivator.
After an unknown amount of time, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the morning mist and fell on A-Dai, the vortex around him suddenly contracted, and a powerful yet calm aura swept through the valley.
A-Dai slowly opened his eyes, his gaze no longer filled with sorrow, but with the calm and determination that comes with experience. The pressure of the Spirit Severing Realm quietly spread, even Yun Quezi in the distance couldn't help but stop and gaze into the distance.
A-Dai stood up, walked to the Old Osmanthus Tree, and gently stroked the rough trunk, as if touching his wife's fingertips.
" Pingmei, I did it."
A-Dai said softly, his voice gentle yet carrying an unwavering strength, "From now on, I will carry your thoughts with me, walk on well, and protect the scenery we shared."
The wind swept through the valley, and the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree swayed gently, as if in response to Liu Pingmei's silent voice. Only a special energy fluctuation permeated the air.
Luo Chuan appeared out of thin air, one hand behind his back, looking at his disciple, and said softly, "Having experienced the life and death of the mortal world, and feeling sorrow in your heart, your realm of understanding can be described as timeless."
A-Dai's Time Intent is completely different from that of Qingsong in the White Cloud Sect. Qingsong's time can accelerate the flow of time and even cause a cultivator's lifespan to dissipate quickly.
However, A-Dai's artistic conception is one that has settled into the gentleness and depth of everyday life.
Unlike the sharp and brittle Qingsong, it is like the annual rings of Old Osmanthus Tree, each line engraved with longing and protection, carrying the gentle power of time's sedimentation.
As this atmosphere unfolds, the withered weeds in the valley slowly sprout new buds, and the fallen osmanthus petals seem to return to the branches against the wind, even the air is imbued with a tranquility as if time has turned back.