Primordial World-Severing Valley

The moment this thought arose, a clear, familiar laugh traveled from afar and rang distinctly through the pavilion:

"Hahaha, fellow Daoists, it has been many years. I trust you have all been well!"

As the voice fell, a figure had already silently appeared outside the pavilion.

The newcomer was dressed in white, pure as snow. He stood tall and straight, his handsome features unchanged, a gentle and composed smile on his face. Who else could it be but Zhang Shuai?

Pang Qingfeng, Su Wan, and the other three were both shocked and delighted, rising to their feet in excitement. Yet the instant their gazes fell upon Zhang Shuai, beyond the joy of reunion, their hearts jolted fiercely!

Zhang Shuai merely stood there casually, yet an invisible and majestic pressure spread naturally from him, like an undercurrent in the deep sea or the collapse of the heavens.

This pressure was neither domineering nor fierce, yet it was as profound and heavy as an abyss. It carried an innate superiority in the very level of life, making the five of them—already Half-Saints—instinctively feel insignificant, as though they were facing a towering divine mountain that demanded reverence. Even within their souls, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor and awe arose.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang... you... you've advanced to the Quasi-Saint realm?!" Pang Qingfeng had the highest cultivation and sensed it most clearly. He could not help crying out, his voice trembling with disbelief.

Su Wan and the other four were equally shaken, their faces filled with horror.

The further one traveled along the path of cultivation, the more difficult it became—difficult as ascending to the heavens.

How much time and resources had the five of them spent cultivating from the early Great Luo realm to their current Half-Saint realm? At the very least, it had