[Another half month passed.]
[Your party hurried toward Jianmu, already more than halfway through the journey.]
[With Saint Son Feng Wei, Red Cloud, and the others accompanying you, not a single faction came forward to bar your way.]
[Neither Daoyuan nor Lingmiaozi secluded themselves for arduous cultivation.]
[Both had long since reached the seventh tier. All they needed was an eighth-tier spiritual treasure to make another breakthrough.]
[Given their present circumstances, without a heaven-shaking opportunity or an extraordinary stroke of fortune, they would likely remain trapped in the seventh tier for the rest of their lives, unable to advance an inch.]
[Such were the shackles of the Breath-Feeding Dao Tradition. Every realm presented a bottleneck as insurmountable as a heavenly chasm.]
[Thus, over the years, the two had stopped obsessing over accumulating cultivation and turned instead to studying divine abilities.]
[Daoyuan delved deeply into alchemy and attained considerable mastery, while Lingmiaozi often sought instruction from Elder Zhuang, a cultivator of the Confucian School, developing a keen interest in the Human Race's Dao lineages.]
[Throughout the journey, neither sat down to cultivate. They simply stood aboard the treasure ship, quietly taking in the mountains, rivers, and scenery along the way.]
[Though members of the Demon Race, they were both rogue cultivators without roots or backing. Neither had ever attended the Jianmu Assembly-that sacred gathering revered by the Demon Race.]
[Now, a measure of curiosity and anticipation lay hidden in both their eyes.]
[Liu Sui had only just entered the eighth tier. With her young mistress trapped in Jianmu and the Jianmu Divine Tree withering, her emotions were too unsettled for her to enter secluded cultivation on this journey.]
[You had told only Liu Sui, who remained at your side, about the withering of the Jianmu Divine Tree.]
[Ling Mei and Ye