Since his early days, Hao Xuan had a lot of interest towards the cultivation novels, stories, and the myths back on earth. How exhilarating it felt reading about the stories of those cultivators that could traverse a mountain with a single leap and fly through the sky on the backs of swords.
And when he came here, it was like all his dreams and prayers had been answered. He cultivated himself, doing exactly as the manuals said, and managed to reach the ceiling of the first power level in this world. The minimum requirement to go out and explore was the Spirit realm and even then it was as dangerous as it could be.
Until now his luck had been rather good and even though he got into a few bad situations, one way or another he got out alive. But somewhere along the way, that exciting feeling of uncertainty, of seeking out new adventures, of exploring this immensely vast world he had after arriving here was gone.