Seeing this, the Heavenly Soldier sighed deeply.
Who would have thought that the sect had such a senior who willingly gave up the orthodox path to ascend to the higher realms, choosing to wither and die like a mortal?
Yet behind this sentiment, the Heavenly Soldier's heart remained unwavering.
Though the worldly concerns were memorable, his dao heart was resolute, and the Immortal Realm was the goal he relentlessly pursued.
Now that he was a Half-Step Immortal, how could he possibly give up?
Raising his head to look out the window.
The night had already fallen outside, fireflies flitting among the bamboo grove like specks of starlight, complemented by the warm light emanating from the pavilion inside, creating a harmonious scene.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he took a deep breath and left quietly as a streak of flowing light.
In the following days, the Heavenly Soldier began to make arrangements for his affairs.
