"Let's see, this isn't something we can choose, the Seventy-Two Immortal Caves are not places one can simply enter at will."
Yang Lin'er replied, not agreeing to Yang Jun's suggestion because she knew this youngster too well.
He was simply impulsive, fancying Sword Cultivation today, perhaps Body Cultivation tomorrow.
The others also started to fantasize about their future Cultivation, while Yang Lin'er gazed towards the horizon, a trace of melancholy in her eyes.
This Cultivation world was so formidable; if Fang Wang, who was obsessed with Cultivation, could come here, he would surely be delighted.
Afterward, Yang Lin'er left with her companions, embarking on the quest for the Seventy-Two Immortal Caves.
Above, white birds flew freely, while the mortal realm moved like waves, one after another, seemingly endless.
...
Time flew in the blink of an eye.
Thirty fleeting years passed by.