[Gradual Transformation into a Bride + A Touch of Horror]
You joined an immortal sect renowned throughout the land.
On the day you left, your fellow villagers held a farewell feast. Everyone got roaring drunk, clapped you on the shoulder, and said, "Our poor little backwater has finally produced a great cultivator who has attained the Dao!"
You set off full of pride, your face glowing, believing the world was vast and the path to the Dao lay open before you.
Everyone who heard which sect you belonged to envied and admired you. After you joined, your fellow disciples treated you warmly, and your master taught you everything they knew. You were exceptionally gifted and advanced rapidly, soon becoming the most dazzling among your peers.
But the Great Dao has its registry, and golden cores have their names.
If your name isn't entered in the registry, the laws won't answer you. Even with perfect true energy and an impeccable Dao foundation, it will all be no more than a fleeting illusion.
You knew nothing of this.
All you knew was that after years of bitter cultivation and one retreat after another, you kept breaking through, yet the golden core that should have come naturally never arrived.
Strangely, even though you remained stuck for a long time, your fellow disciples still helped you generously, your master continued to teach you with care, and everyone in the sect still treated you wonderfully.
They taught you techniques, gave you pills, and guided you through your doubts. They even believed more firmly than you did that one day you would reach the Great Dao.
Everything was so perfect it left nothing to criticize.
