The mountain forest lay secluded, flecks of dawn light scattered through it, purple bamboo swaying amid billowing auspicious mist.
This was where Qing Yao lived, a tranquil, peaceful place-an independent Small World, a rare haven of the Dao.
Ahead, several thatched cottages stood within the Purple Bamboo Forest, simple and unadorned, blending into nature.
Beside the lake, the crystalline water reflected the radiance of the stars. The moon shone pure and bright, as though the Milky Way had descended into the mortal world.
Qing Yao stood there calmly, her robes fluttering, her snowy skin like jade, yet she looked somewhat forlorn and lonely.
"Pretty Big Sister, is there something you can't let go of?" Lin Fan approached. This place was no stranger to him; on the contrary, he knew it quite well.
"Why do you say that?" Qing Yao glanced over, her beautiful eyes limpid as autumn waters, her voice pleasing to the ear.
"The Immortal Academy First Elder said your heart harbors an obsession, and its shackles are hard to break. Otherwise, you should have long since stood at the pinnacle of the mortal Dao and become a Supreme," Lin Fan said.
He had come from Xiang Zhili and learned a great deal. Along the path of cultivation, certain major hurdles were always unique.
The Supreme realm, the final realm within the mortal Dao, was precisely such a hurdle. All manner of stringent conditions had to be met before one could cross it.
This was also why, since ancient times, Supremes under five hundred years old had rarely been seen. It took time to temper and baptize oneself.
Of course, this was also related to the present cultivation system. It depended too heavily on heaven and earth, emphasizing following nature's Dao and coexisting with all things.
It was unlike