He had originally thought that after Core Formation, the path of cultivation would become smoother, and he would encounter more and stronger opponents. That had indeed been true—but the opponents he faced now were all far too powerful. Chen Zui felt it was time to consider Nascent Soul Formation. Once he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, he could at least measure himself against Spirit Transformation cultivators, rather than being toyed with by a ball of air as he was now.
"...Your thinking is still so abrupt. Do you think Nascent Soul Formation is some cabbage growing in a field?"
Chen Zui did not understand. "Even if it is a heaven-grade spiritual herb growing in a field, I will pull it up."
Got it—the simpleton's straight-ball logic. Chen, the cultivation grind king, had just suffered a blow and decided that wherever he fell, he would take flight from there and beat someone until their nose was bruised and their face swollen. So Bian Chunchou no longer poured cold water on him. "Then work hard. But what lies before us now is still a vast, boundless sea."
The roars of the Sea Beasts gradually faded into the distance. Though they remained clear to cultivators, the beasts were no longer trying to hunt, which meant their earlier plan had gone to waste.
Wen Xu gazed out at the boundless sea. His urgency to get out had instead calmed, as though once he knew the worst possible outcome, he no longer feared the future. "Since we cannot get out, then let us work hard at forming Nascent Souls."
"Eh?" Had you caught the grind-king disease too?!
"This is a sea region, after all. It is especially suited for you, Chunchou, to cultivate Waterborne Flame. What do you think?"
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