123, Eight parts humanity, two parts ghostly nature

Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for four years, December 12.

It had just passed midnight, but he couldn't help but pick up his pen to write a few lines. In the past, he had seen cultivators who, upon reaching a certain point, would immediately settle into pleasure and vie for power. Besides having a bit of cultivation, they hardly qualified as true cultivators.

Even more precisely, what they possessed should not be called cultivation, but power.

Therefore, he had often scorned them openly.

But now, he was beginning to understand. Cultivation was indeed difficult, each advancement required unimaginable effort.

His cultivation had stalled at over seven hundred years, and it seemed he would not be able to advance any further in the short term.

Pity! Such pity!

He wondered if he could ever achieve ten thousand years of cultivation?

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After finishing his diary, Tan Shuchang didn't put away the Magic Artifact for recording, but left it aside to ponder deeply.