"While everyone is enlightened, I am muddle-headed..."
"A hundred years of vicissitudes, laughing as the tides rise and fall..."
On Wangyue Island, Qin Ming lay on a wooden chair under the Spiritual Peach Tree, attended by the Heaven-Devouring Rat and Little Silver Fox, who were burning incense and brewing tea.
His gaze leisurely fixed on the Spirit Farmers cultivating in the Spirit Field below the island, feeling utterly at ease.
Now that the Spirit Veins within his Little Spirit Realm had been elevated to a Tier Five Spirit Vein environment, there was naturally no need to risk exploring treacherous places like Primordial Extreme Mountain to seek treasures.
As Qingyang the Old Demon said, as long as one steadily cultivates and farms, the Divinity Transformation Dao is within reach.
These days, the island has become much more peaceful, with visits from fellow Nascent Soul cultivators gradually dwindling.
Otherwise, Qin Ming would have had quite a headache.
