Ouyang's hand resting on his head felt as warm as when he had received an Immortal's teachings at the bottom of the cliff.
Warm true qi flowed through his limbs and bones, nourishing the meridians that had suffered some damage from his violent outpouring of power.
That illusion drew Zhao Qiansun back to the only warmth he had received after being left with nothing and forced to jump off a cliff.
An Immortal laid a hand upon my crown; with my hair bound up, I received the gift of everlasting life!
From then on, he had embarked on the path of cultivation, becoming a Core Formation Realm cultivator in just three short years!
Once he had nothing left to tie him down, he had instead suffered little hardship. His luck had gone through the roof: everything he owned had been picked up, and all his cultivation had come from fumbling his way along.
Yet he had still surpassed most rogue cultivators and become a Core Formation Realm cultivator!
He was exhausted, a weariness of the heart that words could not describe.
Zhao Qiansun felt groggy. He had never been so drained before, and hazily, his memories drifted back to his childhood:
A clear girl's voice rang in his ears:
"I heard there's a Mortal World where you don't have to cultivate, and everyone lives as equals! What a wonderful place!"
"What do you think there is in the Mortal World? Do you think they have candied hawthorns to eat too?"
"Zhao Qiansun, you're the real big meanie! I'm never playing with you again!"
How annoying. She's dead, and I still can't forget her! With his mind clearing again, Zhao Qiansun listened irritably to the voice in his head.
But a louder clamor gradually drowned out the girl's chatter. Suddenly,