He liked Senior Brother Xuanji too.
But Chi Yu saw things too clearly. He was not from this world; he only wanted to go home. Even if he and Senior Brother Xuanji loved each other, he would never stay in the world of "Divine Path" for him.
Even with powers such as flying through the skies and burrowing through the earth, moving mountains and overturning seas, stealing the heavens and replacing the sun, shifting the stars, and a long lifespan, he did not waver in the slightest.
These were things countless cultivators spent their entire lives pursuing, but to Chi Yu, they held no value.
He still remembered the essence of who he was as "Chi Yu": an eighteen-year-old student about to enter his final year of high school, with elderly grandparents at home, parents working abroad, and more money than he could spend in a lifetime.
So unremarkable, so ordinary-in the eyes of cultivators, perhaps worth less than a mayfly. But these were the things he had possessed when he was born into his own world as "Chi Yu."
Buddhism said that form was emptiness, and emptiness was form. Everything arose from the convergence of causes and conditions, and in the end, it would all be as illusory and impermanent as dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. Chi Yu had clearly already seen through form and returned to his original self.
This clarity was proof of how he had made it this far, and the light that would guide him onward.
And at this moment, Xie Xiyi understood it too.
This was Chi Yu, so steadfast, so clear-sighted, so divine.
With such comprehension, ascension to the Immortal Realm was only a matter of time for him. Yet he had carved out half his heart for Xie Xiyi, and had also