The night is deep, primordial light arises; the profound realm of the Mahasattva is wondrously unpredictable.

Under the moonlight, Fang Changle strides forward, with the roar of tigers and the hum of dragons, his every step carries the wind, his eyes seemingly concealing starlight, his brows hiding divine mystery.

"Mahayana Realm... Senior Brother Fang has finally entered the Mahayana Realm."

Qi Ji and Jiang Hu exchanged a glance, both feeling a subtle pressure emanating from Fang Changle.

It must be known that many cultivators spend their entire lives unable to awaken their Primordial Spirit.

The High Skill Realm is almost top-notch, and if one could enter this realm before the age of thirty, they would be considered uniquely gifted and extraordinarily talented.

But the heirs of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains are different; they are recognized by the ancestral masters, born with great fortune, and naturally endowed with mysterious insight.

Now, nearly all heirs of the Ten Daoist Mountains have entered the Mahayana Realm.

Previously, due to a two-year imprisonment, Fang Changle wasted precious time and fell out of the first tier.

But he turned misfortune into fortune, met Zhang Fan, and avoided great tribulations. Upon breaking through, he returned to the first tier, reaching the Mahayana Realm.

"Old Fang, congratulations." Zhang Fan spoke softly.

"Hehe, now we are finally equal..."

Fang Changle grinned, but upon reaching Zhang Fan, his smile froze, his eyes revealing deep astonishment.

In his gaze, he saw Zhang Fan’s Spirit Platform stirring, Sexual Light deeply hidden, like a suspended sun, with a flash of mystery that made his heart race with an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Did I see a ghost? You... you broke through again?" Fang Changle exclaimed in shock.

He thought that breaking through meant he was now equal with Zhang Fan, standing once more on the same starting line.

But in an instant, he felt the pressure from Zhang Fan’s transformed Primordial Spirit, even as a Great Master Primordial Spirit, he felt like a river facing the wind’s waves, Cang Mountain meeting the startled dragon, trembling and fearful.

This is a realm absolutely superior.

"I don’t even know how I broke through." Zhang Fan seemed rather troubled.

His Primordial Spirit was already extraordinary; now with five layers of Primordial Light, it naturally could not be compared to Fang Changle’s recent breakthrough.

"..."

Fang Changle remained silent.

Qi Ji and Jiang Hu glanced sideways, not knowing what to say.

When they first met Zhang Fan, they were all at the same level, even somewhat superior; now, they can’t even see Zhang Fan’s heels.

"By the way, who was that woman earlier?" Zhang Fan changed the subject, the image of a woman in white appearing in his mind.

"I don’t know either."

Fang Changle shook his head: "Not long ago, I met that woman on Langya Mountain..."

Langya Mountain hides mysteries, possessing a Spirit Talisman left by Daoist predecessors, while two Great Demons still lurked with intent.

Before Fang Changle could act, the woman appeared, suppressing two Great Demons with ease, confronting the peril alone.

"Her skills are indeed formidable, mastering Thunder and Fire Dual Skill with exquisite brilliance," Fang Changle said solemnly.

"Mastering Thunder and Fire Dual Skill? This woman’s talent is indeed remarkable." Zhang Fan couldn’t help but admire.

In the Daoist sect, Thunder Skill and Fire Technique are the most powerful and difficult to cultivate; many spend their lifetime unable to comprehend even one, not to mention mastering both to perfection.

Moreover, she even mastered the Northern Emperor Technique.

Since debuting, apart from Jiang Lai, Zhang Fan had never encountered such a unique woman.

"How did you manage to offend her?" Zhang Fan pursued further.

"I seized the opportunity while she was overwhelmed to take the peach," Fang Changle grinned.

As the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, the woman bore much of the risk, yet the Spirit Talisman ultimately fell into Fang Changle’s possession, serving another’s benefit.

"No wonder she came to trouble you." Zhang Fan realized.

"This woman is truly relentless, even pursuing me to Yujing City..." Fang Changle said grimly, "I suspect she discovered my tracks long ago, waiting until I closed off to break through before suddenly taking action..."

"She is truly relentless."

"It is not manners to return without courtesy; you took her shortcut." Zhang Fan chuckled.

"Thank goodness you returned in time; otherwise, I would have been doomed here tonight." Fang Changle shivered at the thought.

"Daoist sect heirs indeed are born with great fortune."

Zhang Fan couldn’t help but sigh, witnessing Fang Changle’s fortune firsthand.

His return was neither early nor late, Fang Changle’s seclusion was perfectly timed, and the woman’s attack was neither early nor late...

Fortuitous encounters converged, creating both calamity and opportunity for Fang Changle, intertwining great tribulations and fortunes.

"Great kindness goes unspoken; once I stabilize, I shall treat you to a meal." Fang Changle hooked his arm around Zhang Fan’s shoulder, grinning.

"Just one meal to settle things?"

"Don’t rush; think of it as an appetizer, call on me if you need anything." Fang Changle whispered.

"Since you mention it, I actually have a favor to ask."

"What is it?"

"You know, I have a Dharma Seal; last time at Tusk Mountain, Qin Ming’s Demon-Revealing Mirror broke it..." Zhang Fan said solemnly.

"Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal!?" Fang Changle raised an eyebrow.

He had seen that Great Seal more than once, and naturally knew its power; moreover, he was present during the magical combat at Tusk Mountain, witnessing everything clearly.

"I heard that seal was sent by Dragon Tiger Mountain to Gusu Xuanmiao Temple, and was stolen last year. Is it you..." Fang Changle hesitated.

"Don’t misinterpret, I just found it." Zhang Fan said firmly.

He wasn’t lying, the Great Seal was directly mailed to his home, and he picked it up at his doorstep.