Dreaming Through Many Cold Autumns

Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator?
After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…

Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!

Tan Shuchang deeply agreed with these three words.


"How difficult is it really?" the little girl next to him asked, puzzled. However, after three years had passed, she had finally grown up. Now, she simply squatted by his side, watching Tan Shuchang write, rather than pressing her little face up close.


At this moment, if one were to guess their ages based on appearances, Tan Shuchang and the little girl were exactly the ages they had been when they first met each other.


"More difficult than climbing Shu Road," Tan Shuchang said offhandedly.


The difficulty of searching for the Dao is like drinking water; only the drinker knows whether it's hot or cold—it cannot be fully described in a few words, nor can it be experienced through someone else's description.


The pursuit of the Dao can only be truly understood through personal experience.


284, The Great Path of the True Immortal, Shenshu Celestial reappears!