The old Daoist master sat calmly at the entrance, talking ceaselessly. The three disciples on either side of him simply listened. 0

Unfortunately, Zhou Yinglong found no guidance related to cultivation. To him, Yuan Pu Zhenren simply seemed to be rambling on about various anecdotes concerning sword cultivators.0

Unlike him, Wang Sheng was quite engrossed. In his past life, meeting a white-bearded elder of such unparalleled cultivation—someone who stood at the very peak of the cultivation world—was nearly impossible, even more so getting the chance to hear the stories of one.0

In truth, Wang Sheng did not feel that he had changed much compared to his past self. However, though his core remained the same, he now had the advantage of foresight. He had used it to alter his fate and obtain a fated opportunity, bringing about an earth-shattering transformation.0

In his past life, he became utterly obsessed with cultivation through the internet, even abandoning everything else for it. Perhaps that was precisely the reason that the heavens had taken pity and allowed him to live once more.0

As people grew older, they tended to talk more.0

Yuan Pu Zhenren talked about everything—from sects of different mountains to renowned experts. He even mentioned the sword masters from the West and the East, recounting what his grandmaster...0