The trip to the ruins of the Withering and Flourishing Temple can be said to have been a blessing in disguise for Jiang Wang, with immense benefits.
In the Ascending Dragon Realm, there is nothing more important than cleansing the Dao heart. This time, by inquiring within, he gained even greater assurance of sweeping away the darkness of ignorance.
Of course, the diligence of cultivation itself is accumulated over days and months.
"Fat City is very deep; be careful not to get calculated into it at any time."
During his cultivation, the voice of Jiang Yan from the Dark Candle suddenly arose.
"Jiang Yan, I would have thought you understood the principle that 'Familiarity does not breed contempt.'
"You are me, and I am you. Who is close and who is distant, do you see it clearly?"
Jiang Wang spurred on his Ascending Dragon Dao meridians and leapt directly into the fog of ignorance, too lazy to pay any more attention.
