"Here" did not mean this planet, but this world after ascension.
Daoist cultivators spent years cultivating on the Chaotian Continent for the sake of ascending through the Great Dao, and naturally had to consider a question: what exactly was the meaning of ascension?
What Zhao Layue had said to Cao Yuan also encompassed this meaning.
After saying this, she turned and walked to the temple entrance, sat on its high threshold, and looked toward the small city in front of the mountain, her figure somewhat desolate.
Many years ago, Jing Jiu had been trapped deep in the Snowfield while trying to save Bai Zao. She had visited that small temple in White City and sat on its high threshold for a very long time.
Now Jing Jiu's whereabouts were unknown, and he was similarly trapped. Once again, she sat in a similar place.
Zhong Lizi and Ran Handong exchanged a glance-a scene from the novel had actually reappeared before their eyes. How could they not be moved?
After all, this was neither a movie nor a game.
Cao Yuan took two bottles of water and handed them to them.
Overwhelmed by the favor, Zhong Lizi and Ran Handong mustered their courage and took a proper look at him, discovering that his appearance differed from the description in the book.
The gold coating on this Buddha's surface had peeled away badly. The biggest change was that he was much smaller, merely somewhat tall and slightly plump.
"My purpose in ascending, or my reason, was very simple: basic curiosity."
Cao Yuan walked behind Zhao Layue and followed her gaze toward the believers in the small city. The resolute lines of his face softened a little as he said, "I've always believed this is the foundation of the Great Dao."
Without turning around,