The ancient city kept changing its position. Even while cultivating, Jiang Man could sense it.
Because the Altar would pinpoint its location.
Each time, he felt farther away from the Altar.
The Altar was still out clearing its head, but there was no telling where it had wandered off to.
Occasionally, it sent back images, all of them underwater.
But each time, there was something unusual to see.
For example, there had been a submerged ancient city, as well as some buried stone statues.
Or an endless whirlpool, and endless cliffs.
Like the end of the Abyss.
At first, Jiang Man could not even tell which of them was moving.
After that, no more images came back. It had probably huddled beside those endless cliffs to admire the scenery.
Today, Jiang Man stopped cultivating.
His first Gourd was now ninety percent full.
He still needed about two more months.
His advancement really had slowed down after reaching Return to the Void.
He absorbed pills much more slowly than before, too.
His talent was still not quite enough.
Naturally, Jiang Man had heard the discussion about that lamp.
As for Xia Hui's remarks, he rejected them.
His friends were indeed not all geniuses. Little Fatty and the others, for example.
But they did not need dao companions.
Being pursued by an Immortal Maiden at primordial spirit perfection would be far too painful for them.
He could not bear to see his good friends suffer like that.
But among his good friends, was anyone still utterly pure?
If there was, it had to be Old Chang.
Song Qing went without saying. Some Immortal Maiden would pop up beside him every so often.
They either called him Brother Song Qing or Senior Brother Song Qing.
It was all the fault of the Evil