'What is Brother Wuwang cultivating?'
After observing Wu Wang secretly for a long time, Ling Xiaolan couldn't help but harbor such doubts.
If he were entering seclusion for enlightenment, most of the time he should be meditating, immersed in the Great Dao. Yet Wu Wang seldom meditated. Instead, he was continuously pouring over scrolls and studying cultivation techniques and ancient texts. Strangely enough, Wu Wang's expression was quite focused, and occasionally the Dao rhyme around him would fluctuate, indicating some insights.
Could it be that Brother Wuwang is also perplexed, seeking his own path in the ancestral texts?
Ling Xiaolan pondered carefully and concluded that it must be the case.
However, she was unaware that Wu Wang was not searching for his own path to cultivation at this moment. The sole thought in the depths of Wu Wang's heart was...
Emperor Fuxi must have been so lonely.
