"Sir, I've learned my lesson!"
When Huang Linger heard this, she forced herself to calm down.
She also knew that her feelings for Jiang Tian were too infatuated.
If she got too close to Jiang Tian, it was very likely that Jiang Tian's identity would be exposed, and he would be replaced by the powerful expert behind the scenes.
From this point of view, it could even be said that she wasn't a qualified cultivator. One had to know that most cultivators were extremely rational.
"Don't worry, it won't take too long!" Jiang Tian said with a smile.
Of course, Jiang Tian also understood that Huang Linger also had to get rid of the shackles and jump out of the chessboard. Otherwise, she would also become his hindrance.
After he broke through to the Divine Transformation Realm, he was bound to leave Saint Origin World and continue to the core area where the nine major immortal sects were located, looking for new opportunities to break through.
He had to take Huang Linger with him. After all, he didn't feel at ease leaving her here alone.
The real problem with taking Huang Linger away was that she had never changed her identity. It was easy for her to be used as a clue and be targeted by the Immortal Monarch.
Jiang Tian had also thought of a way to deal with this!
That was Huang Linger faked her death to escape, and then cultivated the Deceiving Heaven and Earth Mysterious Technique to conceal her aura. She could transform into a fish and dragon without a trace and live with another identity.
"Thank you for your advice!" Huang Linger restrained her emotions, calmed down, and got up to leave.
It was a dark night with no moon.
The stars were even brighter.
In the past year, Jiang Tian could clearly feel that his mentality was slowly getting rid of the life of a cultivator and becoming the same as that of a mortal.
For example, nowadays, he rarely meditated. This was something that was impossible in the past. Whether it was in his previous life or now, he had been diligently cultivating, using all the time he had to improve his cultivation. His life was full of intrigue, and the weak were prey to the strong. The slightest carelessness could lead to death.
He had almost never laid down to sleep like this. Even late at night, he only spent it in meditation.
This kind of life, although exciting and passionate, had a trace of regret and a trace of peace.
It was incomplete and twisted.
And now, it seemed like the path of Transcendent Mortal had given Jiang Tian a reason to rest.
There were no fights in his life. Although his life was ordinary, it was like a trickling stream that cleansed his soul.
At first, Jiang Tian was extremely unfamiliar with this feeling. But as time slowly passed, his mentality gradually accepted the current situation and he began to live the life of a mortal.
Jiang Tian sipped his fruit wine as he lay on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky.
The world was unhurried and boundless. The universe was deep and profound. He couldn't sense a single human figure or any traces of civilization. They were so magnificent.
Compared to this, he himself was so insignificant. However, it was precisely this kind of insignificant cultivator that, upon reaching the Return to Void Stage, would possess an Inner World of its own. With a wave of his hand, he could destroy everything in his line of sight. Even continents, stars, and stars could be nurtured.
This contradictory comparison was one of the problems that Jiang Tian had faced previously. It was also a dilemma that he had to solve in order to become a Transcendent Mortal.
The mentality of an ordinary person and the strength of a Transcendent would naturally produce all kinds of feelings of confusion and hesitation. However, the mentality of a Transcendent wouldn't allow one to abandon one's personality and way of doing things and become a stone without any fluctuations in one's emotions.
One could only use the past as a foundation to reconstruct one's outlook on life and values and integrate it with one's soul. Only then would one be able to walk further and better and not be disturbed by the Inner Demons.
For example, as one's lifespan increased, compared to mortals who hadn't lived past a hundred years, one would feel a sense of dissonance between the short and long periods of time, as though they weren't the same kind of lifeform.
Currently, Zhang Xuan's cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds. After reincarnating, he wasn't even a hundred years old yet, so this feeling wasn't too obvious.
But thinking back to his previous life, after reaching the age of five hundred, many Foundation Establishment cultivators he knew had either died or passed away.
In fact, in his previous life, after he ascended to the Firmament, he passed by the solar system, and the entire solar system was destroyed by the eye …
At that time, how should he adjust to the changes in his feelings? In his previous life, Jiang Tian hadn't been able to figure out this problem for a very long time.
Viewing the short period of brilliance and the long period of time correctly was the most important thing in cultivating one's soul!
Putting aside ascending to the Immortal realm, there were many cultivators who only reached Nascent Soul or Divinity Transformation. They would view themselves as the high and mighty deities and treat mortals as ants.
There were also some who didn't interact with them at all. Lifeforms of different levels didn't share a common language.
There was no right or wrong in this, but Jiang Tian didn't like it. What he admired the most was the attitude of a senior.
"Sentimental but not tired!"
He didn't think highly of himself and look down on mortals indifferently. He also didn't cry because of the end of his friends' lifespans. He enjoyed it but didn't indulge in it.
In this aspect, the death of one's wife was the epitome of this attitude. At the same time, it could be said that he had seen through the mysteries of life and death.
As his thoughts drifted, Jiang Tian's mind seemed to be lively and calm. There was an indescribable sense of beauty in it.
He felt that his soul was expanding endlessly. Every single blade of grass and tree, every single branch and leaf was filled with sentiments. He had reached a state where one could see the vastness of the universe and feel pity for the greenery.
If not for the shackles of his physical body, he would be able to create unique objects with just his imagination alone.
"The feeling of Transcendent Mortal is truly mysterious. The Transcendent Mortal in my previous life wasn't even a tenth of what I am doing now. "
With a calm mind, Jiang Tian actually felt a trace of fatigue. In fact, this kind of fatigue was something he had never felt before.
When he closed his eyes, a thought appeared in his mind:
"However, Transcendent Mortal isn't enough. From tomorrow onwards, I will seal my cultivation completely and walk the path of Transcendent Mortal to its limits! "
When he woke up the next day, Jiang Tian took a deep breath and suppressed his cultivation completely.
In an instant, the cries of customers, haggling, and chatting in the streets and alleyways drilled into his ears. It was hard to distinguish one from the other, but it had lost the sense of clarity and clarity it had in the past.
With his ear aperture closed, it was difficult for him to distinguish between so many sounds. All he could feel was a chaotic mess and his head was spinning!
In fact, the feeling of heaviness was extremely strong. It was as though he was carrying a thousand jin burden on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to even move his hands.
Even though he hadn't truly lost his cultivation completely and was only suppressing it, he still felt a little frustrated and flustered.
"This is the true feeling of a mortal … The feeling of lightness is gone, and the gravity of reality is truly frightening!"
"The heck, Kang Tae-chu, what's wrong with you? You are a person who has lived two lives and cultivated for ten thousand years! Why have you lost even this sense of normalcy? "
Jiang Tian couldn't help but berate himself.
Could it be that the perfect state of mind that he had tempered through countless trials and tribulations was really so illusory, built entirely on his fearsome strength?
Where was the comprehension of life and death? Where was the generosity to face difficulties? Where was the patience to remain calm and composed?
As such thoughts surfaced in his mind, Jiang Tian gradually regained his composure. He was no longer at a loss.
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