Follow the path of Dao from infancy

"They are different matters."

Li Hao took the grass blade out from his mouth gently saying, "What I miss are my friends."

Ji Yun Ge glanced at him, "Are your friends very impressive too?"

"That depends on what aspects you\'re talking about."

Li Hao smiled and said, "Some can fish, some are good at eating and drinking, some have no special skills but are very happy."

"I think being able to live happily is a skill in itself."

Ji Yun Ge\'s eyes flickered slightly and he said, "I see you spent quite some time in the Mo River seeking comfort and enjoyment. In such a dangerous environment, you still had the mood for entertainment. Are you not afraid of dying?"

"You should not give up on life just because you are afraid of dying, wouldn\'t that be putting the cart before the horse?"

Li Hao didn\'t explain it was because of the panel, but he did share his thoughts, "Just like working hard at cultivation is for the sake of living, but if you spend all your living time cultivating, then... what\'s the point?"

"Without power, in the face of life and death, in the face of demons, only despair remains," Ji Yun Ge stated.

Li Hao chuckled, "But what about those powerful martial artists? Are there few of them who have died? Many of them didn\'t even get the chance to enjoy life. Like you, predecessor, your cultivation level is not low, right?"

Ji Yun Ge froze, his face changing slightly. The underlying meaning of Li Hao\'s words was that someone as powerful as him had died.

This was obviously somewhat offensive.

But he did not get angry because of it; instead, he seemed somewhat lost in thought.

Looking back on his life, he had lived for a very long time, but most of it was spent on cultivation.

Now, as he reminisced, what he often missed in the Mo River were things outside of cultivation.

Fooling around with those guys, drinking, competitive hunting, etc., and the everyday gentle words, laughter, and the ordinary scenes...

He fell silent.

In moments of life or death, what came to mind was not how to cultivate, but some people, some events.

Not to mention, he was now a dead man.

His obsession with returning to the Ji Family was to return home, and the purpose of returning home was the inability to let go of the Sacred Mountain and the people on it.

Seeing the other party fall silent, Li Hao also said no more, continued to hold the grass between his lips, and gently started to whistle again.

He was not opposed to cultivation, but even in the busy gaps of cultivation, one could also stop to enjoy a couple of cups of tea and a chat.

That\'s what it meant to live a "truly living" life.

The night was slightly cool, a cluster of flames, a clear melody of whistle song, and two souls with different thoughts.

And a bright full moon...

...

For several consecutive days, Li Hao was on the move.

On the journey, he also practiced each cultivation technique recorded on the panel one by one.

With each practice, his body was refined and improved again. Along with hunting demons along the way and absorbing their essence blood, Li Hao\'s progress was astonishing. His physical strength reached a level almost comparable to that of an Eighth Cast Divine Weapon.

In the Mo River, his physical body was comparable to a Ninth Cast, and he could barely manage in the Taiping Tao Domain.

Now, he was getting closer and closer to that level.

After all, in this reality, he didn\'t have a multitude of divine medicines to consume, nor could he actually consume them, relying solely on transformation through cultivation techniques. Fortunately, the effect was not inferior to divine medicines; it merely required a bit of time.

"Hmm? Something seems off here."

Li Hao stepped into a crimson blood-colored mountain range. The surrounding red mist swirled around, making his flesh feel soft upon contact.

This was more terrifying than miasma, seeming to weaken his physical strength.

"This is Redwood Corpse Ridge," Ji Yun Ge stated. "It is the place where a seeker of the Dao fell, and his Dao Domain lingers on, forming a special forbidden area here that is extremely treacherous."

Then he shifted the topic, "However, it shouldn\'t be much of a problem for you. The Dao Domain rules contained here are not as strong as that of the man before he died. They will only continuously dissolve your qi and blood, leading to physical weakness if you stay too long, or even aging and death. But with your physique, you should be able to withstand it."

"Deep within here is a Crimson Blood Demon Vine King rooted in that Dao seeker\'s skeleton. Every sixty years, it produces a Tao Rhyme Blood Fruit of great potency, which can significantly enhance one\'s physique and help push physical strength to the Power Limit Realm, triggering a state of Divine Power."

"You can try looking for the Crimson Blood Demon Vine King. It has absorbed too much of that Dao seeker\'s flesh and bounds itself here, unable to escape. Its combat power is mediocre, so you should be able to defeat it."

Li Hao was stunned and somewhat at a loss. That Tao Rhyme Blood Fruit might not be very useful to him.

But since he was here, it wouldn\'t hurt to check it out. If he couldn\'t use it, he could still take it back for Qianqian to use.

As Li Hao was pondering, suddenly several sounds of breaking through the air came from ahead.

"Stop right there!"

"Who is that? Quick, help me stop him. I am from the Ancient Holy Clan of the Qin Family!"

Several angry shouts came through.

Li Hao looked over to see a short man rushing forward, with three figures in hot pursuit, their movement techniques extremely fast.

The short man fleeing ahead, upon seeing Li Hao standing in midair, his complexion changed and he urgently said, "Don\'t block me; I\'ll give you the treasure!"

In the midst of speaking, he had already reached Li Hao\'s side.

As Li Hao was wondering, the man suddenly lashed out, slapping a palm toward Li Hao\'s face.

Thump!

The man\'s wrist was caught by Li Hao, and with a crunch, it was crushed.

"¿"

Li Hao asked in puzzlement, "What are you trying to do?"