The sound of the spring was pleasing to the ear, and a cool breeze gently brushed by.
Three people stood by the spring.
When it came to the matter of Divinity Transformation, both Shen Yi's and Xu Wanyun's eyes flickered.
For most cultivators, that was a realm that could be yearned for but not reached, yet for those truly capable of touching upon this path, the groundwork for the future Dao had already begun in the Primordial Realm.
"An ancestor of Wutong Mountain, a great power who had returned to the void, once said a sentence."
"The so-called cultivation, its principle lies within a single word."
Forgetting the previous awkwardness, Xu Wanyun's eyes filled with longing, and then she slowly uttered one word, "Deceive."
