Then it was the underground clinic, turned into ruins and being rebuilt, and the home where he lived for more than ten years.
He walked home alone, reached out to touch the mottled walls, recalling the bits and pieces of the past.
A final soft sigh,
The sense of cool aloofness and isolation brought by ten thousand years of cultivation finally dissipated.
Human nature returned once more.
"It seems that cultivation shouldn't be done for too long at one time...."
Zhang Fusheng closed his eyes and murmured softly:
"But in the end, it is still because my Dao heart is not firm enough, too easily eroded by the years."
He shook his head, walked out of bustling Jiangzhou City, left Jiangzhou Heaven and Earth, and gazed at the vast universe.
"Now, the final step."
Sitting cross-legged in the void, one thought connects with the light sphere, merging silently after ten thousand years of spiritual cultivation.
Thus.
Time elapsed, seas became mulberry fields.
