He became an exceptional Body Cultivator destined to reach the pinnacle in the future.
Yeah.
The gap between them had transformed from that of main and branch veins to a chasm that would never be crossed. He looked at the empty porcelain bottle in his hand and the unintentional disappointment on the face of his childhood sweetheart, gradually becoming numb as he stood there, beginning to accept his busy but fruitless life, until he became just another passerby A in the storyteller's tales, always emitting gasps of amazement.
The existence of entries has made class no longer an insurmountable chasm.
Before, mortals could never hope to practice cultivation. For them, the so-called path to immortality was more absurd than the day their long-deceased grandmother came back to life. It was simply impossible. But with the introduction of entries, a sliver of hope was given. With enough luck, even the path to immortality might not be out of reach.
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