Mystic Heaven Sect, Ling Tian Dao Palace.
Lan Yu was merging with the Xuanhuang Emperor Qi, while Chu Kuangren stood guard outside to protect her, taking the opportunity to test Xiao Bing's progress in cultivation over the past few years.
Although Xiao Bing had previously been only an outer disciple, her talent was quite good among cultivators. Otherwise, she would never have entered the Mystic Heaven Sect.
Over the past few years, with the help of the Spirit Gathering Formation in Ling Tian Dao Palace and various resources, she had progressed rapidly and was now not far from the Void Insight realm.
In any of the great orthodoxies, she would easily have qualified as a Daoist Seed.
"Mm, you execute the Heavenfall Sword Art quite well, but you still need a little more polish. Here, watch me." Chu Kuangren unleashed his Daoist Rhyme, and a silvery-white waterfall suddenly condensed in the air.
Sword Dao Rhythm permeated the surroundings, wondrous beyond measure.
Watching from the side, Xiao Bing could not help exclaiming, "Amazing."
She had seen several elders execute the Heavenfall Sword Art, but even those elders were not as proficient as Chu Kuangren.
It was like drifting clouds and flowing water, utterly natural.
Under Chu Kuangren's guidance, Xiao Bing improved rapidly.
"All right, go practice over there for now," Chu Kuangren said.
Chu Kuangren leaned against a tree and silently called up the Fantasy Roulette. Looking at the familiar wheel before him, his heart ached.
Three years.
Three years in seclusion. He had been so absorbed in the Emperor Scripture that he had not drawn a single prize. With three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, he had missed over a thousand draws. How many treasures had slipped through his fingers?
"Draw."
The wheel spun rapidly.
"Congratulations, host! You