"Whew..."
On Lone Pine Mountain, the wind and snow had stopped!
He Pingsheng stood beneath the enormous pine tree, suddenly feeling somewhat out of place in this world.
Even his disciple Luo Bingyao had ascended, and Bing Xuan had taken over the Nirvana Emperor Domain.
He Pingsheng did not want to go there either.
The only place he could stay was Lone Pine Mountain.
An unfamiliar emotion left him feeling somewhat melancholy.
But He Pingsheng, who had cultivated for forty-eight hundred years, soon regained his peace of mind, almost in an instant.
Wasn't this normal for a cultivator?
Solitude was the normal state of a cultivator, and of life itself!
Wasn't Lone Pine Mountain the ideal place for a cultivator?
"Boy, can we talk now?" Jinku's voice came from within him without any attempt at concealment. "You're about to ascend to the Immortal Realm too, aren't you? Our time together is pretty much at an end!"
"Tell me, what are we going to do?"
"You can't exactly take me to the Immortal Realm inside that basin, can you?"
He Pingsheng shook his head. "Of course not..."
"But let me ask you something, old fellow!"
"Do you think I'll be able to get by in the Immortal Realm with a basin like this?"
"No shit!" Jinku's tone carried a sneer. "No offense, but even a pig... hehehe... could cultivate all the way to the pinnacle of the Immortal Realm!"
"Of course, that's provided you have enough fortune too!"
He Pingsheng asked again, "How much further do you think you, Jinku, can advance once you reach the Immortal Realm?"
That question silenced Jinku.
Only after nearly half an incense stick's worth of time had passed did the old fellow let out a deep sigh and say, "To tell you the truth, I'm