The years turn, the stars shift.
Unconsciously.
A thousand years have passed.
A thousand years in the heavens.
Three hundred sixty-five thousand years on earth.
On this day.
The sky is clear, the breeze gentle.
In the midst of Tianhe.
Lu Qingfeng awakens from seclusion.
"Primordial Spirit Imprint."
"Entrust to the Great Dao."
Lu Qingfeng opens his eyes with a smile: "The first step is finally done."
The first step to becoming a Golden Immortal.
Imprinting the Primordial Spirit to the Great Dao seems easy to say, but in actual cultivation, it is extremely difficult.
Lu Qingfeng secluded himself for a thousand years, stuck in Tianhe without taking a step out. Compared to the Lower Realm, it equates to three hundred sixty-five thousand years. To avoid any mishaps, he even missed observing when a thousand years ago the Heavenly Dao Master Wen Lan opened a new path of chaos.
Focused for a thousand years.
Only then did he succeed.
