Tongtian had not held back. Duobao clutched his head and bared his teeth in pain, making Wu Chu think of the lump-covered hairstyle he would have after switching sects and becoming the Buddha.
A question for those who knew: Why were so many Buddhas in the Buddhist sect bald, while the Buddha himself had such a distinctive pineapple hairstyle?
Feeling that he had solved the case, Wu Chu gave a light cough and said, "Fate, fate. All dharmas follow fate; they cannot be forced. The road of seeking is long, and one must seek calmly. It cannot be rushed. You must know that we remained at the Great Luo realm for tens of thousands of yuanhui before we had a chance to glimpse the method of corpse severance. Another thousand yuanhui passed before we gained what we have today. How long have you been cultivating?"
At the mention of this, Red Cloud and Tongtian could not help reminiscing about their glorious past... The delicacies and immortal brews of Purple Jade Mountain had truly been intoxicating!
Hearing these words, Duobao's restless heart gradually settled down.
From the day Duobao took a master, only several tens of thousands of years had passed. Compared to these martial uncles and senior uncles, what did such a short span of time amount to?
They had eaten more salt than he had eaten rice!
Then there were Huanglong, the eldest of the Xuanmen third generation, Feng Yi, the second senior sister, and Di Kun, the third senior brother. They had cultivated for who knew how many years. Back when the Three Primordial Clans had battled for supremacy, they were already at the Great Luo realm!
And now, had they not also stalled at the three realms of corpse severance, unable to advance even a step?
Achieving