What the Dao Ancestor mentioned last time referred to Pangu God's incomplete will...
It felt like the matter was even more complicated than this wisp of Primordial Violet Qi.
At Lesser Qiong Peak, a breeze swept past, and Li Changshou's figure appeared on the rocking chair before the Alchemy Room, yet the formations did not react at all.
Only then did true cold sweat seep down his back, soaking more than half his Daoist robe.
Immortals also had metabolism, but because their Immortal Bodies were free of impurities, it was relatively pure, with the circulation inside and outside their bodies mostly completed through spiritual energy.
Li Changshou sat there in a daze for a while, then closed his eyes and carefully savored the conversation that had just taken place in the Purple Cloud Palace.
Talking to a heavyweight like the Dao Ancestor was truly exhausting.
He should have fully understood what the Dao Ancestor meant, and the Dao Ancestor should have understood that he had fully understood it...
Right?
The Dao Ancestor's final attempt to frighten him was not particularly important.
The Dao Ancestor was reminding him not to cling to ideas rooted in the mundane principles and sentiments of humanity, but to set his sights upon the whole of heaven and earth.
A sense of right and wrong born of personal emotions could not be applied to the order of the greater world.
Though Li Changshou had understood this principle long ago, he did not wish to use it to bind himself. He still preferred to be an ordinary man.
Sigh, life was already difficult enough. If he wanted to happily live forever, he would have to work twice as hard.
More important than whether the Dao Ancestor liked or disliked him, his grand-disciple, was that he could not