The feast lasted two days and two nights, and then all of Stone City ground to a halt for a day and a night.
For those three days and three nights, no one cleared away the anomalous weather, refined the Earth Veins, or planted spiritual plants.
No one even cared that martial artists were secretly drying the Spirit Monsters' dung and hiding it away.
Those three days were the most relaxed days in all of Stone City.
They were also three days in which many living beings utterly freed themselves.
During those three days, the other Dao Seal Cultivators either studied Daoist Scriptures together, entered seclusion on their own, or refined their Dharma and practiced techniques.
Wang Quan alone sat high in the sky, watching the living beings below and the strange, anomalous weather outside the city.
He watched the masses live in drunken dreams.
He watched martial artists rouse themselves to smear dung on walls.
He watched some Spirit Monsters secretly work hard, hoping to astonish everyone.
He watched some New-Method Cultivators practice spells over and over.
He watched some Orthodox Cultivators plot how to harvest the masses and strengthen themselves.
"If I hadn't completed the Daoist Scripture in one go, I'm afraid I would be one of them too."
"I might not even measure up to them."
Wang Quan's thoughts were tangled.
During that time, Fierce Tiger Daoist, Ma Qingqiu, and even Ruo Jinghong came over to discuss a few things with him before each returned to their own work.
He alone remained seated among the clouds.
Over those three days, he thought about a great many things.
He wondered what he would be like now if he had no Dao Seal.
Why did a place like the Far Western Land exist?
Why had the Far Western Land