"A hundred years of cultivation, and in the end, one still has to face the power of Heaven and Earth..."
On Purple Sun Peak, Gu Yuan lay on the bed, gently stroking Cen Qingqing's smooth jade back. Watching the gathering dark clouds atop the peak, he murmured to himself.
Cen Qingqing, fresh from their encounter, had her temples slightly damp, her face flushed. Her jade-like legs seemed to twitch subtly, her eyes full of intense passion, her entire being limp as mud.
Yet, sensing the destructive power above, she forced herself to rise, tightly grasping Gu Yuan's hand, looking at him with worry.
"Do not fret, the mere Golden Core Realm cannot stop me!"
Gently patting Cen Qingqing's jade hand, Gu Yuan kissed her on the lips, tucked her in, then got up, donned his Daoist robe, and walked toward the blue stone at the peak.
After twenty years of cultivation, Gu Yuan honed his mana to the point of perfection, round and complete, with no more room for improvement.
