Gao Huating no longer slept passively; she actively cultivated, meditating to comprehend the Dao.
She wasn’t stupid.
She knew the Immortal Realm was dangerous and full of powerful figures.
Hiding here was the safest course.
Wandering about carelessly not only made it easy to get lost or miss her teammates, it could also get her killed.
Among the cultivation methods left by Senior Bai Gu were some accompanying spells and minor divine skills.
In the years that followed, besides meditating to comprehend the Dao and using the blessing of this treasure land to raise her cultivation, Gao Huating set about studying those spells and small divine arts.
Although she had never fought at this level of cultivation;
her head was full of imagined techniques for dueling.
And so day after day, year after year;
Gao Huating hid in the crystal coffin and cultivated for who knew how long.
She guessed it had been a dozen or twenty years.
Riding on the fortune of this treasure place and the accumulation of the last two thousand years, her cultivation broke through twice more and she had become a middling True Immortal.
At this level, she could typically find a decent position in a great city of the Immortal Realm, or become a hired blade for a small sect.
Gao Huating felt a little restless.
This was different from sleeping to cultivate.