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Now, Zuo Dao lacked a sense of detachment and instead exuded a calmness.
Although doubts lingered, the most pressing matter was to enhance his own strength.
The Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body had drawn attention, and the trace of energy from his breakthrough in the Fallen God Territory had been detected. The True Martial Body not only signified a smooth path in cultivation but also carried deeper implications.
In a general sense, it might not seem significant, but anything related to "gods" was bound to bring about calamity.
Historically, those who achieved the True Martial Body mostly fell at the step of becoming a god. The only one who remained unscathed was the Divine Residence, known as "True Martial" in the divine realm. The rest had their souls extinguished and bodies taken away.
Through conversations with the Drunken Old Man, he learned that he had at most twenty years left. If he did not make significant breakthroughs during this time, danger would soon arrive.
That danger came from the divine realm, from the lofty Divine Residence. He did not understand why the gods would target him or how the Drunken Old Man knew these things.
What was urgent now was to continuously improve and strengthen himself. Zuo Dao suddenly felt a strong desire to know what it felt like to trample on the gods.
The next day, after chatting with his senior brother Yan Zhen and others, he prepared everything and returned to seclusion.
"Daozi, what's going on?" Yan Zhen and a few others were sitting together, still lingering. Among them was Yan Zi.
"Something feels different than usual."
"Zuo Shidi has grown up; you think you're like your junior sister?" Ping said carelessly.
"What do you mean by 'like me'? Dead Ping, if you don't clarify today, I won't let this go." Yan Zi jumped up in anger, pointing at Ping's nose.
"Senior brother, save me." Seeing the situation turn sour, Ping immediately ran behind Yan Zhen for protection.
"Sister Zi, never mind, it was just a joke," Yan Zhen said with a smile upon seeing the situation.
"Daozi has his own matters to attend to. He is not one of us," he continued.
"If you still want to continue walking alongside Daozi, then put in the effort!"
With that, Yan Zhen turned and left.
"Daozi is facing difficulties; he is in seclusion to enhance his strength. Although he hasn't said anything, both I and Yan Shixiong can see it," Teng Chong spoke up at that moment.
"It's the same as with Yan Shixiong. If you want to help Daozi, then work hard."
The Six of Zuo Wang had lived together for a long time, and sometimes they didn't even need to speak to know what the others were thinking; that was the understanding they shared.
"Junior Brother, although I don't know what kind of difficulties you're facing, your urgent desire to strengthen yourself indicates that the problems must be significant. I, Yan Zhen, will not let you bear this alone because I am your Senior Brother."
Yan Zhen tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and left with determined steps.
After their master took away Junior Brother and they talked all night, Junior Brother continued his seclusion. Yan Hong noticed something was off.
"Sister, Daozi has started to walk his own path."
Yan Zi nodded, somewhat understanding.
"Then let's go cultivate as well."
In the distance, the Drunken Old Man watched this scene unfold before his eyes.
"They've all grown up; the future of Zuo Wang Peak depends on you all."
He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, knowing that these disciples had not given him any trouble.
Yan Zhen appeared mature, yet the passion within him was always boiling over.
Teng Chong seemed composed on the surface, but he possessed a heart full of curiosity and intelligence.
Though he often appeared flamboyant and lively, he valued the bonds of brotherhood above all.
As for Yan Zi and Yan Hong, those two sisters—sigh, they were a headache.
"This is my disciple from Zuo Wang Peak," the Drunken Old Man thought with pride. With six Nurturing True Essence practitioners in his sect, they were more than capable of suppressing many talented young individuals in the world.
Their horizons extended far beyond this place; their potential was vast.
The old man couldn't give them too much.
"But any obstacles standing in your way to growth, Master will help you clear them."
With this thought, an overwhelming aura emanated from his body, soaring into the sky. The entire Moling region, near and far, felt this powerful presence.
Countless cultivators found their legs weakening, many practitioners felt a weight pressing down on their hearts, and numerous saints and Great Powers were left astonished.
"Master, you've finally made a breakthrough!" Even the secluded Zuo Dao felt this surge of power.
"Then let the whole world tremble for our Zuo Wang Peak!!!"
Zuo Dao was determined; he was now facing the Killer God and the Slaughtering Immortals. No one could stop him anymore.
The Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body had opened up his Divine Path.
But what about cultivation? Aside from the Wangfeng Platform in his hands—information he had gathered—what else was there?
Zuo Dao sat cross-legged in the secret chamber, lost in thought. Without any Cultivation Method or incantations, how could he cultivate?
The issues of True Essence and magical power remained unresolved, preventing him from engaging in normal cultivation. His mind was tangled with Divine Thought and Spiritual Awareness. Troubles seemed to multiply endlessly.
For several days, Zuo Dao remained in a state of confusion. When thirsty, he drank alcohol; when hungry, he nibbled on some dry rations, drifting through life like a walking corpse.
If this continued, Zuo Dao would surely fall into madness.
"Sigh..."
At that moment, a long sigh echoed within Zuo Dao's heart.
"You're still just a child; I shouldn't burden you so much!"
"Who?"
Zuo Dao suddenly awakened, and after regaining consciousness, he was filled with fear. He realized that he had almost fallen into madness, but fortunately, a sigh had startled him back to reality.
"Child, I am Bie Xue Xian Ren, known in the divine realm as Zuo Wang Zhen Shen, and referred to by the people of this world as Ziwang Zhenren."
"What? Ancestor?"
Zuo Dao felt as if he had been struck by Thunder Strike, completely disoriented.
An immortal, a True God, a Zhenren.
Wait, an immortal.
The appearance of an immortal meant that his path of cultivation could continue.
After calming himself down, Zuo Dao said:
"Oh Great Immortal, do you not realize that your sudden appearance without warning can be quite terrifying?"
"You little brat, I kindly woke you up, and you dare to blame me?" Bie Xue Xian Ren was taken aback by how Zuo Dao reacted upon waking.
"Forget it, I won't argue with you."
"You fool, take your hand off your backside!" A thunderous shout startled Zuo Dao so much that he nearly lost his wits.
He quickly raised the hand that had been massaging his numb backside from sitting too long.
He raised his head and noticed that the mark on the Wangfeng Platform was emitting a faint glow.
"I, Bie Xue the Great, hope you're not inside here," Zuo Dao said weakly.
"Fool, if I weren't in here, you would have already fallen into madness and become a public enemy," Bie Xue Xian Ren replied with an annoyed tone.
"Forget it, you can come in too."
Zuo Dao felt a flash before his eyes, and after a sensation of weightlessness, he found himself standing on the familiar Zuo Wang Peak.
"Isn't this where we usually train in the Stream Valley?"
"Wait, something's off. Where is everything?"
A familiar place, yet a different environment.
"This is within the Wangfeng Platform," Bie Xue Xian Ren explained.
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