Xiao Mingmu is very efficient at his work; anything that comes into his hands will be arranged clearly and efficiently.

After a brief explanation of the situation, the destination of this group of minor demons was arranged.

"Senior brother, you should take a rest these few days. You can leave everything to me."

After leaving behind these words, Xiao Mingmu departed with the little demons who had just recovered from their serious illnesses.

With both humans and demons gone, only Wu Er remains here.

"Mingmu is really amazing. If he were older, he would know how to take care of people even better than I do."

In his words, Wu Er spoke with a mixture of relief and envy, but also a hint of helplessness.

He has recently come to realize more and more that one person's strength is limited.

Energy is limited, and strength is even more limited.

The idea that one person can save the world from fire and water is just a joke; it's impossible for one person to accomplish such a thing.

Just like Wu Er, he couldn't even manage such a vast place as Pengshan, so how could he possibly save the world?

Speaking of ability and strength, Wu Er suddenly remembered something.

"It seems like... I haven't cultivated for quite a long time."

Since taking on the task of cultivating at Pengshan, Wu Er hasn't really focused on his cultivation.

At the time, he was focused on fulfilling his promise to Kunwu, so he devoted almost all his energy to managing Pengshan, spending all his time handling various matters, and his cultivation time was almost completely squeezed out.

I clenched my fist and felt my own strength.

Although Nascent Soul cultivators are not considered weak, Wu Er still felt too weak. "If I could become an immortal, wouldn't I be able to save the world?"

A thought popped into my head, and I immediately blurted it out; I really do say whatever comes to mind.

It's not a good thing to express your thoughts so bluntly.

But there's no one else here, so whatever Wu Er says won't be known.

"Heh... but even if I cultivate, it's useless now."

Wu Er touched his chest and felt a strange, indescribable feeling.

Just as he said, his cultivation is no longer of much use.

Wu Er has encountered a bottleneck. He had never encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation before, and breakthroughs were always extremely easy. But this time, he is finding it difficult to break through.

He broke through from the Nascent Soul stage to the Dao Integration stage.

This is a major hurdle, a true dividing line between masters.

Reaching the Dao Integration Realm means becoming a hegemon and master of one's region, able to align with the Dao of Heaven and understand endless principles.

Wu Er knew this hurdle would be difficult and didn't expect to overcome it so easily, but that wasn't enough to discourage him.

As is well known, cultivators who reach the Nascent Soul stage can comprehend the Heavenly Dao and then slowly integrate and break through it through their own comprehension.

To his dismay, Wu Er, a Nascent Soul cultivator with a deep foundation, was unable to sense the existence of the Heavenly Dao.

No matter how hard I try, I can't feel it... it's as if the heavens have excluded him from all living beings.

To be honest, although Wu Er's body was native to the land, his soul was indeed foreign, so it's normal that the Heavenly Dao excluded him.

Well, I've been rejected by this world.

The saying goes, "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders," meaning that Heaven doesn't want to give too much power to outsiders.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Wu Er shook his head and said, "Cultivation has come to an end. This level of cultivation is enough."

Knowing that there was no hope of improving his cultivation, he could only console himself.

"I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied." Wu Er murmured softly for a moment.

satisfy?

Is he truly satisfied?

Cultivation level is just like money.

Even if you have enough money to last several lifetimes, you'll still feel like you don't have enough.

Similarly, even if one possesses world-destroying cultivation, who wouldn't want to become even stronger?

But now Wu Er has no way to become stronger, so he can only console himself.

Those who constantly comfort themselves are those who have no future.

Since there's no one here anymore, there's no need to stay.

Wu Er began his long-awaited leisurely stroll.

This time, he did not patrol the mountain or manage the group of people and demons.

Just as Xiao Mingmu said, Wu Er might really need a rest.

Over the past few years, he has worked day and night to transform this place into a real Pengshan, the paradise in mythology.

It's almost fair to say that the work system in the past few years was 007.

I wake up at midnight and work until midnight, doing seven days' worth of work every day.

This kind of work system is extremely rare, not to mention Wu Er's previous life, even in the current world of cultivation.

Let's not even talk about whether these cultivators' bodies can withstand several years of high-intensity work.

If someone were like Wu Er, their physical body wouldn't collapse, but their Dao heart would.

I really don't know how Wu Er managed to keep going for so long...

He has kept this promise ever since he made it a few years ago.

It's just a promise, yet they're working this hard.

Perhaps this is what they call "keeping one's word."

We walked to a distance and circled around several small hills.

Because they traveled to remote places, they did not encounter any humans or demons.

Wu Er didn't want to meet anyone right now; he didn't want others to see him looking so exhausted.

As he walked, he came to a hilltop.

"I somehow ended up here by accident."

Wu Er looked at the small hill in front of him.

The hilltop was unremarkable, with no trees or flowers, only a thin layer of grass.

This place is Xiaoyuan Peak.

The name was given by Kun Wu.

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