Mount Kongtong.
White clouds drifted hazily, and the west wind blew from afar.
At the summit were two spacious caves.
One faced north, and the other faced east.
The north-facing cave was the dwelling where Yuhua cultivated.
The cave's interior was neither primitive nor crude.
It was brightly lit and spacious, furnished with every kind of daily necessity.
Its inner walls were all stone, as smooth as jade.
This had been Yuhua's dwelling for tens of thousands of years.
Living deep in the mountains, he had once built huts to live in, but time would rot the houses away, and he did not want to move somewhere new every few hundred years.
Later, he discovered something.
Living in a cave carved out of solid stone would allow his dwelling to endure for ten thousand years without decaying.
Moreover, most importantly, with just a little concealment in front of the cave, it could remain hidden from the world, benefiting his cultivation.
One day.
While cultivating in seclusion in the mountains, Yuhua suddenly felt a stirring in his heart and wanted to descend the mountain.
He had already spent ten thousand years at the Fourth Step, and had only just struggled to the very peak of that path. He wanted to break through to the Fifth Step, but did not know how.
He had pioneered the path of the Qi Refining Adepts, and only now did he understand the hardships of a trailblazer.
Whenever he encountered a bottleneck or a difficult stretch, Yuhua encouraged himself. At the same time, he could not help wondering.
Back then, how did Brother Jiang, the pioneer of the Divine Clan Method, open the path ahead and advance with such fearless vigor?
A heroic, imposing figure appeared before Yuhua's eyes, and he could not help sighing.
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