Cultivating In Secret Beside A Demoness

Chapter 1650: Chapter 1378: Demoness: When Did It Become Quiet? Chapter 1650: Chapter 1378: Demoness: When Did It Become Quiet? Jiang Hao, while conversing with the Holy Master, had an epiphany, but he himself did not know whether he had achieved enlightenment or had comprehended a facet of the Moon-Slaying saber technique.

Now, he walked in the endless void space, an expanse he entered after grasping the essence of the Tao.

Here, he found no foothold, no place to root himself.

Thus, no matter how much he comprehended the Tao, he was always trapped here, unable to make any progress.

There was no longer a beginning nor an end.

Seemingly powerful, yet confined.

Nevertheless, Jiang Hao was not in a hurry and rarely entered this place.

This time, feeling that he had comprehended a corner of the Moon-Slaying saber technique, he unintentionally arrived here.

Coming with him was that stone shining like a star.

It was brought along during the comprehension of the Moon-Slaying saber technique.

Jiang Hao just stood there, feeling as if he was comprehending the Tao and the sword's intent simultaneously.

Yet he did not know how to comprehend them.

But his original intention was to come for the Moon-Slaying saber technique.

So he did not pay too much attention to his surroundings, fixing his gaze on that stone.

In that moment, his spirit immersed itself within it.

Once again, he saw a world brimming with life.

What this world represented and where it was, Jiang Hao did not know.

But he could not mistake the vitality within it.

However, even the loveliest worlds undergo changes.

Spring will turn to summer, flowers will bloom and then wither.

At this time, the scorching days gradually became desolate, with cold winds howling and dead leaves falling.

Autumn had arrived.

When the withered, yellow leaves had all fallen, white snow followed suit.

The world was enveloped by a vast expanse of snow, cold and barren.

When the snow melted, the earth unveiled itself.

Normally, spring would return and tender buds would spread across the land.

But they did not.

The desolate world remained as it was.

Gradually, the vitality began to fade, the robust earth started to collapse, and the clear sky became hazy.

Light started to vanish.

Chaos devoured the land, and all things turned to nothingness.

At that moment, Jiang Hao was standing in the midst of nothingness.

He could resonate with this world.

At this time, the phrase in his heart still lingered.

The Holy Master existed before heaven itself.

He felt that he must have truly understood, truly enlightened.

Now, standing in nothingness, Jiang Hao opened his mouth, wanting to articulate his realization.

However, he found himself unable to speak.

It wasn't enough; his cultivation was not enough.

Standing in the void, Jiang Hao experienced a sense of powerlessness for the first time.

He had clearly understood.

Yet he was always unable to take that final step.

In the end, Jiang Hao just stood there, maintaining his silence.

After an indeterminable amount of time, his eyes regained their clarity and tranquility.

“Too obsessed,” he murmured.

Shaking his head, Jiang Hao lingered no longer and turned to leave, his steps now bathed in light.

As if traversing an endless distance.

The light of the Tao shone for him alone.

A moment later, ordinary light entered his eyes.

Jiang Hao awoke.

But what greeted his eyes was a red and white figure, sipping tea before him.

“Awake?” The Heavenly Note Sect chuckled. “Congratulations, you're now 160 years old, and it's June.”

Jiang Hao was somewhat surprised. “Has it been ten years?”

“Yes, do you know how long it's been since the last time you spaced out until this one?” The Heavenly Note Sect handed Jiang Hao a teacup, pouring tea as she spoke:

“Do you even remember the last time you were fully conscious?”

Jiang Hao pondered for a moment and replied, “A day or two?”

“Twenty-five years, and you were conscious for only a day or two.” The Heavenly Note Sect looked at the man before her and said:

“Saying you're 160 years old almost seems like we're shortchanging you.”

Jiang Hao felt quite embarrassed.

If spacing out didn't count toward age, then he should be quite young indeed.

Looking around, he spotted a man sitting in the distance.

Seeing Jiang Hao look his way, the man did not engage in eye contact.

“I've been bothering you, Brother,” said Jiang Hao with a smile.

“Then are you ready to go back?” the Holy Master issued an eviction notice.

Jiang Hao thought for a moment and said:

“Speaking of which, it's been ten years. Has my sister given birth yet?”

“No,” the Holy Master shook his head:

“She absorbed my divine soul and is still in the process of doing so.

“With her level of cultivation, who knows how many years it will take for her to finish.

“It might be decades before she can give birth.”

Jiang Hao: “…”

He was somewhat surprised.

Miao Tinglian, at the Return to Void Realm and absorbing a True Immortal Soul, certainly wouldn't be quick.

Well, at least it wasn't him giving birth; as long as he wasn't the one in pain, it was fine.

He thought it's better to let his sister take good care of herself and stop dragging Senior Brother Mu Qi around to find her a partner.

“Have you taken on a disciple, Brother?” Jiang Hao inquired.

The other party might have sent the divine soul over because of the Heavenly Note Sect.

If that was already done, perhaps the apprenticeship was completed too.

“I consented and just notified them,” the Holy Master responded.

With that, Jiang Hao nodded in understanding.

“Brother, you are truly admirable. I hold you in high regard,” Jiang Hao spoke with admiration.

Afterward, he turned to the Heavenly Note Sect and extended his hand, “Elder, shall we go?”

The Heavenly Note Sect looked at the man before her, then reached out and took his hand.

And then they disappeared from the spot.

The Holy Master, observing from the sidelines, was so shocked his jaw might have dropped.

Disbelief filled him.

“How is that possible?”

“What did I just witness?”

He was even more astonished than when he saw Jiang Hao's enlightenment.

Without further thought, he took out a scroll and began to paint.

In a short amount of time, the painting was complete.

A women in a red and white dress sitting by a tea table.

And a man in white extending his hand in invitation.

The woman's hand was also raised, grasping the man's.

So it was captured.

“How many spirit stones could this fetch if I sold it?” the Holy Master couldn't help but wonder.

But those who could afford it were only a few.

“Forget it, selling it doesn't seem right. Better to just let people see it,” he mused.

“A glance for a million spirit stones.”

The initially pleased Holy Master suddenly paused and set down the scroll.