The important matter Li Xiaoya had mentioned was, naturally, sharing this tremendous news with Liu Xian'er and Zhang Hong...
When Zhang Hong and Liu Xian'er, who had been waiting anxiously outside his cave abode, heard the good news, their joy was beyond words. Both women understood his circumstances, however; this was no time for him to come out. They reminded him over and over to speak less and leave everything until he had stabilized his realm...
Both women breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Xian'er immediately reactivated the formation to conceal Illusory Spirit Island, while Zhang Hong felt even greater pressure...
Among a cluster of reefs along the shore of Illusory Spirit Island, the seawater surrounding the entire island was remarkably calm thanks to the formation...
Zhang Hong sat listlessly on a reef, gazing at the boundless sea glittering with five-colored spiritual light. She murmured, "How many years has it been? Before I even realized it, he's already left me so far behind...!" Her face grew forlorn...
"Sister Hong!" As Zhang Hong sat lost in thought, Liu Xian'er descended slowly beside her like a celestial maiden coming down to earth and greeted her...
Whatever the two women talked about, several hours slipped by as they spoke...
Needless to say, an immortal cultivator's life of cultivation was long and monotonous...
Yet every immortal cultivator pursued it tirelessly, all for the sake of advancing and seeking the vast, elusive Heavenly Dao...
Daode Daoist Patriarch had once said something to Li Xiaoya that he wholeheartedly agreed with.
If the tedious practice of seated cultivation ceased to benefit an immortal cultivator, that cultivator would likely soon lose all hope of reaching the Great Dao.
The remark might have seemed groundless, but it illustrated a truth: if an immortal cultivator no longer practiced