Of course, the appearance of this realm of unity between heaven and man was not determined by one's level of cultivation. Sometimes, someone who had just entered the first layer of Qi Cultivation might encounter it through a fortunate coincidence. Moreover, in this realm that cultivators dreamed of attaining, how much insight one gained and how many benefits one reaped likewise did not depend on cultivation level. Two people at the same level of cultivation might see one make a tremendous leap while the other gained nothing at all.
With Zhang Xiaohua's current cultivation, which was close to the threshold of the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation, it was truly rare for him to enter this realm by chance. Yet precisely because his cultivation level was too low and he had never received systematic instruction in such matters, the moment he entered the realm of unity between heaven and man, he flew uncontrollably toward the heavens. He did not carefully savor the mysteries within that realm at all. As his consciousness drifted farther away, some insights he himself was unaware of were indeed deeply engraved in his mind, but the greater danger was that his consciousness would expand without limit and draw closer to the boundless Heavenly Dao, until it finally dispersed into the sky. His body, sitting in the teahouse, would then become nothing more than an idiot's shell.
Thus, although Zhang Xiaohua did not know how dangerous his situation was, he could vaguely sense that Ji Xiaohua's shout had helped him greatly.
At that moment, Zhang Xiaohua's consciousness had entered the realm of unity between heaven and man. All manner of mysteries concerning the Heavenly Dao had opened a hazy door before him, and countless indescribable things had been deeply carved into his mind. He had never calmed