The steadiest course was to never risk one's life in any fight without an absolute chance of victory.
"Only short-lived fools rush to gamble with their lives. Long-lived martial artists only play for absolute strength that crushes everything in the late game." Su Yueli sneered inwardly.
In the Great Li Imperial City, the Azure Cloud Sect and Azure Moon Sect publicly had sect masters at the Eighth or Ninth Realm, but who knew how many living dead of the Tenth Realm, Eleventh Realm, or even above the Twelfth Realm lay inside the coffins on their back mountains?
With her current Early Heaven-Shaking Realm cultivation, she could certainly sweep through their middle and upper ranks upon returning. But if she encountered those old monsters in the forbidden lands of the sects, with their bizarre methods, the risk would still not be small.
Cultivation was an exceedingly rigorous matter.
Unless she entered the Thirteenth Realm, she would never leave seclusion.
The day her Fleshly Sainthood was achieved and she stepped into the Thirteenth Realm, what heaven-reaching, earth-piercing powers, what ancient grand sect-protecting formations—before her, they would be nothing more than rubble she could smash apart with a single punch.
When that time came, she would make those immortal-cultivating patriarchs who were barely clinging to life in their coffins unable even to crawl out.
Since she was going to do it, she would do it thoroughly and leave no room for mercy.
Thus, her sole core task remained the same: stubbornly grind through closed-door cultivation.
All the immortal-cultivation resources she had plundered from the great tomb and the Treasure Gathering Pavilion would now have to be exchanged for greatly nourishing ancient Martial Dao medicines.
She would sit through these hundred years of ascetic meditation to the bitter end.
"Buzz—!"
The instant Su Yueli