"Brother Fang, have you finished cultivating?"
When Fang Qian appeared in the courtyard, Wen Qingfei was already waiting outside for him.
Smiling softly, she came over, naturally linked her arm through Fang Qianyuan's, and asked with concern.
"Mm."
Fang Qianyuan answered casually.
His progress in cultivation during this period could be described as changing with each passing day.
Yet the problem lay precisely in those daily transformations.
Almost every day, he gained new insights into the Great Dao of heaven and earth. In little more than a month, he had made modest achievements on every Dao path, which were rapidly reshaping his body and mind, transforming his entire being into something akin to the demon gods of ancient legend.
It was like someone suddenly growing wings and becoming able to fly freely. That was certainly a good thing, but it still brought many inconveniences.
Or like growing fishlike gills and becoming able to swim beneath rivers. If he retained his original human habits, he would surely dislike roaming those waters, even if they led straight to the boundless sea.
Fang Qianyuan also sensed that this was an elevation of the very essence of his life.
Elevation also meant change, and change inevitably brought discomfort.
By now, what limited him was no longer ordinary root bone or innate talent, but his disposition and comprehension.
If he could quickly adapt to this new constitution and continue developing it until he crossed the threshold into true mastery, or even reached great accomplishment, he might genuinely forge a demon god body and transcend Heaven Tier.
As for whether transcending Heaven Tier and touching the great dao origin would truly grant him immortality and imperishability, Fang Qianyuan had no way of knowing.
"Brother Fang, don't be anxious about cultivation. You're already one of the peerless