Looking at the large group of chattering, fluttering women, Xi felt a momentary sense of trance.
By now, they had transcended reality for hundreds of years. The only people left in the mortal world who still recognized them were old acquaintances who had survived from a century ago.
To cultivators, a hundred years was merely a fleeting moment, the blink of an eye, but to the mortal realm, it represented several major eras. Nowadays, cultivation had become closely intertwined with the lives of ordinary people, reduced to an everyday, commonplace affair.
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