Once Lin Xuan entered seclusion this time, it lasted several more years.
Winter passed and spring came; summer ended and autumn arrived again. There were no years in cultivating immortality.
The door of the cultivation cave remained tightly shut. Hundred Flower Valley, which had once been bare, grew new flowers, grass, and trees again.
Outside the cultivation cave, a thick layer of dust had settled.
In seven years, no one had set foot in Hundred Flower Valley again. This time, Lin Xuan spent far longer consolidating his realm than he had expected.
But this was nothing strange. Cultivating immortality was always harder the further one advanced.
It was a peaceful morning. Early-rising birds chirped and twittered, catching insects in the woods, and everything seemed quiet and serene.
Without the slightest warning, a rumbling sound entered the ear, and the great door that had been tightly closed for seven full years swung open with a crash.
A youth in azure robes walked out from within.
His features were utterly ordinary, and he appeared to be no more than twenty or so, without the slightest thing remarkable about him.
There was not the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power around him, and his two eyes looked merely clear and transparent. Simply put, at first glance, this person did not look like a cultivator at all; he seemed far more like a mortal.
After his cultivation advanced to the Dongxuan Realm, Lin Xuan's magic power had already reached the state of returning to simplicity and truth.
Ordinary Dongxuan Realm old monsters, however, could not achieve this.
Take Poison Dragon Old Ancestor, for example: the baleful aura all over his body spilled outward. Though this could intimidate low-rank cultivators, it was useless against high-rank cultivators.
Compared with Lin Xuan's current realm of returning to simplicity