Five Hundred Years of Cultivation

Upon thinking of this, the old man's face suddenly turned red with excitement.

"Mountain God, has any immortal been here just now?"

The old man looked at the mountain god in the mountain god temple and asked urgently.

The old man spoke urgently, yet the mountain god before him remained completely still.

"Answer me! Was a celestial being just here? Otherwise, how could you have received such a great benefit?"

Sensing the subtle Daoist principles conveyed between the lines, the old man's expression became even more anxious.

He wanted to know where that immortal was now.

He arrived riding on the mist, yet he didn't sense anyone else nearby.

Those who know are just ordinary people.

The old man's tone was anxious, but the mountain god, who was not yet fully enlightened, could not answer and remained calm and undisturbed.

Seeing this, the old man was disappointed. "You've only just awakened a little intelligence, yet an immortal has bestowed upon you such profound Daoist wisdom to help you escape ignorance sooner. I've waited here for so long."

"I've helped quite a few people by relying on my meager magical Law Technique, but no one can help me cultivate my skills."

"I have cultivated for five hundred years, yet my Law Power has not improved by even an inch. Although I am an old demon of several hundred years, my magical Law Power is no different from that of some demons of only a hundred years old. The path of cultivation is like a fog obscuring my vision, making it impossible for me to see the way."

A hint of confusion flickered in the old man's cloudy eyes.

He genuinely didn't know what to do next.

In order to meet the immortal, he made several appearances at the end of the dynasty, saving many people and giving away many benefits.

All for the sake of meeting those immortals.

At his age, he must know a little about the affairs of immortals.

In the final years of any dynasty, demons and monsters rise up. In order to advance their own path of cultivation, these demons and monsters will seize the fortune of Human Race dynasties and devour human flesh and blood to cultivate.

At this moment, cultivators will descend the mountain to slay demons and monsters.

His cultivation level was too low to dare to do those things, and he was also afraid of being killed by the cultivators.

So they hid here, doing some good deeds in the hope of attracting the attention of those immortals.

If a celestial being were to come upon hearing the news, he too could seek the path to immortality.

"I wonder if that immortal master is here? This Demon Cultivator five hundred years, but long ago the path of cultivation was cut off. Could you please give me some guidance? Even if I were to obtain a calligraphy scroll that is no different from the one of the mountain gods here, this humble demon would be eternally grateful."

When the old man saw that the mountain god had not moved for a long time, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly knelt down to worship in all directions.

His words were full of sincerity.

At this moment, Fang Zelin had already ventured into the fog.

After completely 'seeing' the scene before him, Fang Zelin froze on the spot.

So, it seems the powerful figure here is actually just a demon?

This was completely different from what he had expected.

No wonder I didn't sense any Spiritual Qi here when I arrived.

Fang Zelin was deep in thought, he suddenly saw the old man in front of him speaking earnestly, and he even knelt down on both knees and bowed to the surroundings.

This scene left Fang Zelin with mixed feelings.

Despite his current level of cultivation, he has never met any other cultivators and is not very clear about matters related to cultivation.

How can I offer guidance to the other person?

As for the calligraphy copybook the other party mentioned, I was just sitting in front of the mountain god temple when I suddenly had a moment of enlightenment and wrote it down on a whim.

Fang Zelin is currently unable to write another painting.

From the old man's words, Fang Zelin gleaned something; his own sudden realization seemed to be quite remarkable.

Judging from this, his cultivation path to where he is today must have been correct.

Unfortunately, Fang Zelin was unable to write the calligraphy model the other party requested.

Seeing the other person kneeling and bowing in all directions, Fang Zelin felt a deep sense of empathy.

He had been searching for immortals all along, but had never found a trace of them.

However, after Falling Stream Mountain, Fang Zelin was no longer so persistent.

He felt that the journey itself was a form of spiritual practice.

If they encounter other cultivators, they will likely gain more understanding of the perplexing aspects of the cultivation path.

As for the rest, I estimate that cultivation will continue as usual.

well.

Fang Zelin sighed inwardly as he looked at the other person's expression.

Having traveled a long way to White Stone Town, I originally wanted to find fellow cultivators, but little did I expect to find someone just like me, also looking for cultivators.

The other party has cultivated for five hundred years without finding any other cultivators.

Tsk, cultivators are really hard to find these days.

Thinking of this, Fang Zelin immediately turned and quietly left.

The other party has cultivated for five hundred years, while he, a cultivator who has only been cultivating for a little over a year, really has nothing to teach the other party.

Offering directions? Fang Zelin knew he didn't have that ability.

Unless one can have a sudden enlightenment and then write down that enlightenment in calligraphy, it might be possible.

But the problem is, this thing isn't so easy to come by.

In order not to disturb the other party, Fang Zelin also carefully retreated back down the mountain.

Fortunately, they didn't disturb the other party.

The old man sat in front of the mountain god temple, calling out for a long time, but no one appeared.

Immediately, he turned his gaze to the mountain god temple next to him.

If this treasure remains here, and he were to attempt to seize it, the mountain god would have no way to resist.

But what if we make a move and that immortal is right there?

But he called out for a long time, but the immortal master did not come. He must have left.

The old man's expression immediately became conflicted as he thought about this.

He knew that if he got his hands on this calligraphy copybook, he would surely be able to figure out his future cultivation path.

But he was just afraid.

Even if the immortal master isn't here right now, who knows if he might return?

Seeing their calligraphy copybook snatched away, how could the other party possibly let it go so easily?

Even if they know the path of cultivation ahead, they'll likely only find annihilation as the only way.

However, with such a dazzling treasure here, he couldn't help but drool with desire.

For a moment, he was stuck there, unsure of what to do.

As he remained in a stalemate, the sun quietly set, and then a bright moon slowly climbed up the willow branches.

The next moment, a bright beam of moonlight seemed to be drawn by something, and when it fell on the mist, it pierced right through it.

The moonlight fell straight down in front of the mountain god temple.

It was as if this bright moon itself had served as a lantern, hanging far away on the horizon.

"What?"

The old man was startled when he suddenly saw the moonlight shining down.

The Law Technique he had cast were completely ineffective at this moment!