“Luo'er, even now, are you still unwilling to see reason? If you go on like this, how can you attain the Dao, achieve eternal life, and join the ranks of the immortals?” The old Daoist stroked his beard and sighed.
“Master, though I seek eternal life, I came from among mortals. How could I cast aside mortal feelings? Besides, I believe this is not the only path.” Wang Luo's gaze was resolute.
“Foolish! Your cultivation is still shallow, so you don't understand the danger. Mortal feelings are shackles for cultivators. Why do countless cultivators in this world follow this path? Could all those powerful masters be wrong?” the old Daoist thundered.
Wang Luo said nothing and slowly withdrew.
“This can test what you believe in your heart.” A cool, aloof woman handed Wang Luo a scroll painting.
“Miss, what is this?”
“A painting of the mortal world.”
Just then, a voice echoed in Wang Luo's ear: “Once you enter the mortal world, its depths are like the sea. Return, and you will be an immortal of the mortal world.”
Watch as a young man uses mortal strength to attain the Dao and become an immortal of the mortal world!
