And it was a secluded cultivation!
In an instant, experts appeared from all corners of the universe.
Beneath a path-comprehension tree, a bearded young man holding a wine jug lazily lifted his eyelids.
He gazed through the endless void, then closed his eyes again with a drunken sigh. "Transcendence? Just a sheep!"
He didn't care in the slightest.
"Aren't you going to take a look?" the old Daoist riding a green bull asked as he passed by.
"Transcendents who leave are like sheep for slaughter!" the bearded young man warned.
He had once transcended, but later, he had been crippled until he was reduced to this state.
"I'll only be satisfied if I go and see for myself!" the old Daoist smiled.
Many ancient figures were awakened that day, all heading out to observe.
The old Daoist's cultivation had already reached 95%.
