Morning light fell, but the dust had yet to settle.
Faint traces of demonic qi still lingered among the shattered mountain ridges.
A young man in a moon-white robe stood with his hands behind his back, his features handsome and his bearing gentle.
He looked down at the ruined Spirit Mountain beneath his feet, remained silent for a long while, then suddenly sighed.
"After all those twists and turns, I thought I'd found an Immortal-God Cave Abode no one knew about... only to discover it was the same one..."
He paused there, then gave a little smile.
In principle.
The Immortal-God Cave Abode not only barred beings from the outside Cloud-Dream Realm from forcing their way in, but also prevented the beings within this world from leaving.
How, then, had those people earlier walked out of this world so brazenly?
The man narrowed his eyes slightly. After a moment's thought, he smiled in acceptance and cast all those tangled thoughts out of his mind.
Forget it.
If I can't figure it out, I simply won't think about it.
The opportunities and fortunes of this world were mysterious beyond mystery to begin with.
As the esteemed second young master of the Southern Immortal Palace, he had enjoyed heaven-reaching resources from childhood that ordinary people could scarcely hope to attain.
Yet he had never felt that every opportunity under heaven should naturally fall into his pocket.
If there was a chance, he would naturally do everything he could to fight for it.
If nothing could be done, or if he did not even qualify to enter the game.
He would merely say it was not destined for him, and never harbor the slightest resentment or obsession over it.
"Since there's no hope, I might as well focus on what's before me."
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