Cosmic light intertwined, thirty years passed like a dream.
Ji An stood by the Cold Pool, waiting for the arrival of the Sect Leader Master.
Five years ago, he became a Second-Layer Golden Core Cultivator. With the help of pills, the speed of his cultivation increased significantly.
It was soon to be 7:00 AM, and the sun's rays had just started penetrating the forest, dispelling the mist of the night before.
Since the Water Element Spiritual Vein of Red Flame Peak strengthened, the evening mist grew thick, especially near the Cold Pool.
As the mist dispersed, golden light flecks sprinkled through the forest. Ji An stood with hands behind his back, gazing up at the clear sky, but there was no focus in his eyes.
Over these years, he attended many funerals, Wei Songnian, Du Huaiyuan, Zhuu Xiangrong, Zhang Zizhao, Jia Yu, Senior Brother Zhengyang, and others. He deeply felt the cruelty of time.
The road to immortality is lined with bones; how many can reach the other shore?
