"The grand path... to become an immortal..."
Inside the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation.
Zhong Shenxiu's ears seemed to still be swirling with Crow Elder's long sigh before his death.
To become a cultivator was already one in ten thousand, yet to become a Gang Sha Cultivator and still be unsatisfied, desiring to refine Divine Skills.
From Divine Skills to Primordial Pill, from Primordial Pill to becoming an immortal.
This world, it seems like a vast sea of suffering, where sentient beings mostly aspire but do not achieve.
Even though he had a foolish system, he couldn't guarantee his own outcome.
Under the grand path all were but struggling ants.
"Su Daoshi, what do you think of this formation?"
Just then, Feng Xixi landed next to Zhong Shenxiu, pointing at the grand formation.
She seemed to have let go of yesterday's doubts, feeling that it was just a high official of the government's faction who had saved her, nothing more.
