Feng Tao had married a cultivator from "Falling Star Valley" more than three hundred years ago, and they now had two sons.
Both had entered Falling Star Valley as disciples, and everything had gone smoothly for them. Feng Tao was quite satisfied with this.
For the entire family to set foot upon the immortal path was what cultivators most wished to see.
But her Dao companion had never been able to form a Nascent Soul. His lifespan was now nearing its limit, and he had entered death seclusion. Whether they would ever meet again was unknown.
There was nothing Feng Tao could do about it. How many Nascent Soul cultivators were there on this entire continent? Though unwilling to accept it, she could do nothing.
Since she could not contend against the Dao of Heaven, she devoted all her time to cultivation. Yet even with her exceptionally fine spiritual roots, she still encountered a bottleneck and remained stuck at the initial Nascent Soul stage.
No matter how she cultivated, there was not the slightest sign of loosening. Moreover, her Dao companion might never emerge from seclusion again, while her descendants had all branched out and gone about their own affairs.
Burdened by vexation, Feng Tao had returned to the Feng Lineage more than ten days ago. Falling Star Valley did not require her to remain there at all times as its guardian.
With Nascent Soul patriarch Tian Xingzi now presiding over it, Falling Star Valley had long become a first-rate sect. Those foreign races no longer dared to cast covetous eyes upon it lightly.
Feng Tao wandered idly along the stone paths within the fortress. Occasionally, she would give a slight nod to those who saluted her. She tried to empty her mind and let everything follow her heart.
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