Having received the great Dharma and taken a spiritual treasure as well.
Shen Yi rose and left the Daoist temple.
The two of them tacitly refrained from fussing over the formal rites between master and disciple. So long as appearances were acceptable, that was enough.
For Golden Immortals with infinite lifespans, unless they encountered exceptional circumstances like a great tribulation, the passage of time held no meaning for them.
Even if Lingxu Zi truly thought little of Yun Miao and wished to choose another disciple-son to inherit his mantle, he would rather find another young child and cultivate him from the Qi Refinement stage onward than attempt to move a Great Luo Immortal who had experienced who knew how much with so-called affection between master and disciple.
Thus, Shen Yi had no need to put on any display of filial piety. He merely had to accomplish that small matter of answering the tribulation.
"..."
He glanced at the Sword of Non-Action at his waist. In truth, this suited his wishes perfectly well.
After all, even if it was his master, when the day came that there was no longer any need to conceal themselves behind the identity of a great sect, he would still have to cut him down.
After rushing to the Northern Continent and witnessing these changes with his own eyes, Shen Yi had long seen clearly that he and these great sects could never walk the same path.
No. They were lofty immortals, not people.
All mortals wished to seek immortality and ask after the Dao, searching for eternal life, yet it was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
But when he truly arrived before this threshold, Shen Yi suddenly realized that compared to becoming an immortal, being a person was even harder. Yet he still