Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Over these six months, Shen Changchuan had remained in Soul-Severing City for the most part, cultivating.
And his grandmaster, True Person Qianyuan, had personally stayed at his side to guide him, patching the gaps and correcting the omissions in his past cultivation, using the lofty discernment of a Mystic Core Realm cultivator to reorganize and reinforce Shen Changchuan's cultivation from the ground up.
There was no helping it.
Who told Shen Changchuan that he had largely had to feel his own way through cultivation?
Even though Roaming Dragon had given him considerable guidance at certain crucial points in his cultivation journey, the time Roaming Dragon had personally spent teaching Shen Changchuan was ultimately limited.
Over more than thirty years, they had not even met all that often.
How could he possibly have provided more meticulous instruction in every last detail?
What was more, over these years, Shen Changchuan's cultivation had advanced at a breathtaking pace, rapidly reaching the peak of the Out of Body Realm in merely a few decades.
Such a rate of advancement was far beyond what ordinary people could match.
Although Shen Changchuan had also placed great importance on whether his foundation was solid, cultivation was much like constructing a building. When one rushed to meet the deadline, there was no way to carve every detail with exquisite care; flaws and cracks would inevitably appear here and there.
Those flaws and cracks might not prevent the building from being completed, but they were imperfect in the end.
Shen Changchuan's cultivation was the same.
Perhaps at a certain realm, he had broken through before fully consolidating his foundation of spiritual power, leaving a brief stage in the middle somewhat unsteady.
Or perhaps he