Chu Tiange received a summons from the sect master to come to the Main Peak for a talk.
As he stepped onto the Main Peak and looked at the green pines on either side, their crowns white with snow, Chu Tiange felt rather reflective.
He had come to this peak once before. The sect master had thought highly of him and personally offered him guidance on several cultivation methods. That guidance remained very helpful even now.
In his heart, Qiu Wuji was an unparalleled grandmaster whose lofty heights he could only admire, one of the people he respected most.
Now, with his broad experience and Deification cultivation, he was already a prodigy of his generation who roamed the world unchallenged. That old sense of looking up at an unattainable height had faded. The green pines beside the path were merely green pines, the white snow merely white snow. He no longer had that illusion that everything he saw was mysterious and boundless.
The wooden cabin stood at the summit, blending into the natural world. Now he could do that too.
Reverence was gone, replaced by warmth and familiarity.
The Cloudreach Sect was his warmest home. Everyone in the sect treated him wonderfully. His fellow disciples supported him, stood up for him, and backed him up. Even after all these years wandering abroad, his first instinct upon returning to Shenzhou had been to return to the sect.
His home was here.
No one knew that his soul had "transmigrated"-make no mistake, this was simply Chu Ge's setup. The protagonist had transmigrated from Earth into a world of immortal cultivation, merely to help readers identify with him. In practice, though, he was little different from a native, displaying very little modern thinking. The greatest convenience was that a few modern expressions could