Primordial Spirit Decay Was Not Easy Either

Shen Chenxi followed Qing Lang through Penglai Sect's mountain gate. She looked over the picturesque Seven Peaks and Twenty-Eight Mountains, the Penglai disciples coming and going, some joyful, some sorrowful, and the leisurely spirit birds and exotic beasts. The atmosphere was harmonious and tranquil, forming a stark contrast with the darkness, terror, and desolation in the deepest reaches of the Western Wilderness Outer Regions. Something stirred within her. Born a Rogue Cultivator, she had never been able to bear restraints. Though she had many friends, even after achieving Primordial Spirit and proving herself a Heavenly Being, she had only guided a few juniors. She had never taken disciples, much less founded a sect.

Perhaps once this enmity is settled, it will be time to pass down my Daoist lineage. Only then can I seek the latter portion of the Treasure Scripture in that place without any lingering attachments. Shen Chenxi's thoughts rose and fell as she strolled onward with her hands clasped behind her back.

Upon reaching Tian Ji Peak, Qing Lang led Shen Chenxi to an ancient, tranquil cave dwelling that was not at all lavish. She smiled faintly. "Your master's cave dwelling is somewhat mismatched with his status."

"Master occasionally mentioned a saying: a mountain need not be high; with an immortal upon it, it becomes renowned." Because his master's cultivation was profound, even when facing Shen Chenxi, a second-tribulation Mighty One, Qing Lang was no longer as trembling, fearful, constrained, and shrunken as when he had first encountered a Heavenly Being.

As she stepped into the cave dwelling, Shen Chenxi nodded. "Not bad. Even if Shen merely built a grass hut, it could become an immortal realm worshipped by an entire world."

"This humble Taoist has awaited Fellow Daoist Shen for a long while." Shi Xuan leisurely