What he pursued was absolute certainty; the cultivation technique in perfection, a flawless foundation—these are the ideal conditions for ascension.
Hearing this, Duan Shuang naturally had no objections and nodded gently.
Two months later.
The two returned to the Heaven-Suppressing Sect ruins, long covered by arrays and abundant with Spiritual Qi.
Though this place no longer retained the grandeur of the past sect, under Xu Ping's years of care, it became a pure and peaceful sanctuary.
Here, they settled down peacefully.
The following days felt as serene as when they first began their journey a hundred years ago.
Most of the time, the two were inseparably together, either playing chess while savoring tea atop a peak, watching the clouds roll by; or strolling under the moon, listening to the rustle of pine; or in a silent chamber, engaging in dual cultivation and discussing Dao, their breaths intertwined.
