The next morning, Lu Changsheng awoke.
Looking at the two newlywed wives beside him, whose features were about seventy to eighty percent similar and whose sleeping faces were stunningly beautiful, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
"This too is the motivation for my diligent cultivation," he said.
"The heights are cold, and the path to immortality stretches endlessly."
"Cultivators are also human, with emotions and desires. If one were to practice cultivation by casting aside all emotions and desires, and enduring nothing but arduous cultivation, even if one were to reach the pinnacle of the immortal path and live a long and plentiful life, what joy would there be?"
Lu Changsheng ruminated in his heart.
At this moment, he experienced a feeling of enlightenment, a sense of spiritual satisfaction.
It was as if his body and soul had both been sublimated.
This was his Dao.
The way of cultivation is manifold; different people follow different paths.
