As calm returned to the surroundings, Liu Hua's robes stirred lightly.
The next moment.
The waterfall before them suddenly paused, while the mist blanketing the river seemed to come alive, constantly shifting shape.
In the blink of an eye, a three-inch flying sword that flowed like water drifted out of the mist and hovered before Liu Hua.
Liu Hua raised a hand and tapped lightly. The seemingly ordinary water sword abruptly bloomed with terrifying sharpness.
Its edge flashed past.
Then it merged into Liu Hua's body and vanished without a trace.
Liu Hua's expression remained indifferent as his gaze swept over everyone around him, without the slightest change in his face.
His aura had been restrained to the utmost, making him look like a true mortal.
Ignoring everyone, Liu Hua took a step from the water's surface and arrived before Tan Taiqing.
"You... succeeded!"
Tan Taiqing looked at Liu Hua. There was no joy on her face, only deep worry.
The Immortal Cultivation Holy Land was in troubled times. It was true that the stronger Liu Hua's cultivation and strength became, the more capable he would be of protecting himself.
But... it also meant he would face even greater danger.
"Actually, I have always known what I had to do. I just never expected it to feel like this!"
Liu Hua answered calmly.
The moment he touched the True Meaning of the Dao, he had already found his direction.
He had delayed taking this final step not because he could not do it, but because he had never made up his mind.
But the changes Xuan Nu Tower had suffered left him no other choice.
"Since you have already attained enlightenment, you... should leave with me. An'er needs a father too."
After hesitating for a moment, Tan Taiqing looked at