Deep in the mountains, a man sat cross-legged atop a large boulder, cultivating. Before long, however, he opened his eyes, looking somewhat helpless.
"Damn it, is this as far as I can go?"
Wu Yi was unwilling to accept it. He had clearly obtained a cultivation method, but... because of his age, his progress was painfully slow.
He was simply too old.
Whether practicing martial arts or cultivating the Dao, one had to start young. Even if one started later... it could not be as late as twenty or beyond. By then... one's innate constitution had completely taken shape, making it difficult to achieve anything.
He was already in his thirties or forties, long past the proper age.
He had abandoned his wife and daughter in search of an immortal opportunity. After finally obtaining one, this was the result.
After obtaining that immortal opportunity, he had neither returned to look for his daughter nor intended to pass these cultivation methods on to anyone else.
Instead, he had gone alone into a secluded forest to cultivate. Yet after several years... he had not even entered the beginner stage.
This was undoubtedly a devastating blow to him.
"Hahaha, this is the immortal path you sought?"
At that moment, a woman's voice came from all around Wu Yi, filled with mockery.
"Who's there?"
Wu Yi immediately rose to his feet and warily scanned his surroundings, but he saw no one.
Could it be a ghost? Or perhaps a demon from these mountains?
At the thought, Wu Yi's heart immediately clenched. His current strength was enough to deal with ordinary people, but it would be useless against such things.
"Trash!"
A blue-haired woman suddenly appeared before Wu Yi and kicked him hard in the stomach. He flew several meters away before crashing to the