A person's life in this world is fleeting, like a galloping horse glimpsed through a crack in a wall.
A Cultivator's life may be longer than a mortal's, but it's still just a few more glimpses of that fleeting horse.
Three years passed by in a flash.
Still in Cyan Spirit District.
Lin Changheng sat cross-legged on his bed, his mind focused and his breathing calm. He held two Middle Grade Spirit Stones in his hands, while the Spirit Gathering Array around him rumbled to life. Spiritual Qi, thick as smoke and mist, filled the room, making it look like a scene from the Celestial Palace Immortal Realm.
But if one were to pull back the view, they would discover that Lin Changheng was not in the Xu Family's Alchemy Shop.
Instead, he was within a Spiritual Land in a mountain valley.
Here, two massive courtyard estates stood at the end of the district and the mouth of the valley, occupying a third of the area. They clearly belonged to the Xu and Liu Families.
