Whoosh, whoosh!
Amid the terrifying, boundless silver storm, the Black Flying Boat unleashed ring after ring of five-colored spirit light and stellar aura flames, surging through the vast, endless Death Galaxy...
Having finished their dual cultivation, Ye Han and Cold Moon Immortal lay beside each other and chatted, a rare moment of leisure.
"Ye Han! This cultivation technique of yours is incredible!"
"Do you like it, then?"
"Mm!"
"Don't you think there's something wrong with this technique?"
"I sensed it, but it doesn't matter anymore. I was already incredibly lucky to escape the Holy Demon Forbidden Land. Every day I live now brings me joy! That's enough. If I were still trapped there, stripped of my freedom, what would attaining immortality and the Dao or living forever have to do with me?!"
Ye Han was taken aback by Cold Moon Immortal's words. They were simple and clear, yet deeply convincing. Some cultivators lay in Water Spirit Coffins just to cling to life, completely deprived of freedom. What meaning was there in continuing to live like that?
Of course, it depended on the cultivators themselves. Some did not want to die and wished to keep clinging to life, while others wanted freedom and continued pursuing it, even if the road ahead bristled with dangers.
Of course, whether they clung to life or sought freedom, it was all worthwhile if they could attain immortality and the Dao and live forever.
So Ye Han said, "All right! Cold Moon Immortal, if anything unusual happens to you, you must tell me. After all, this technique concerns both of us. Don't hide anything from me!"
Indeed, Ye Han had always suspected that this technique had come not from the Mysterious Woman, but from the Heaven-Devouring Cauldron. That had put him on his guard. That fellow