For more than ten days, Zhang Yan busied himself traveling through the Small Cold Realm, following the diagrams Elder Yuan provided to locate each Cave Mansion, leaving not a single one unchecked.
After carefully observing them and comparing his reflections with what he envisioned, he gained a faint, deeper understanding.
Yet, the insights left behind in those writings were permeated with sentiments of resentment and regret between the lines.
It was understandable. Those who sought closed-door cultivation in this place were driven here out of desperation. Imagine spending hundreds or even thousands of years in hard cultivation to pursue immortality, only to be obstructed by the Heavenly Dao at the final step, unable to move forward. And finally, the Primordial Spirit is unable to escape — what bitterness must lie in their hearts?
