Time flowed like water; the years flew like arrows. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had hurried by.
To Mortals, that was the span of an entire life, but to a cultivator of Lin Xuan's realm, a hundred years was no more than the flick of a finger.
A nap, a bout of seclusion—either might well last far longer than that.
It sounded absurd, but do not forget: Lin Xuan had long since broken free of the shackles of lifespan. So long as he did not perish, time had already become something meaningless to him.
So what if it was a hundred years?
He had great stretches of time to squander. Who let Cultivators at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage already be able to live forever and never grow old?
Lin Xuan had always taken care of his own people, so over these hundred years, he had not gone out; he had remained at Baisuan Pavilion.
With him guarding it, Baisuan Pavilion's development had gone exceedingly smoothly. Petty villains did not dare covet it, and in a mere hundred years, Baisuan Pavilion had already begun to take shape, its strength far surpassing what it had been in the past.
Of course, Lin Xuan had not truly wasted these hundred years.
His strength was indeed extraordinary, but the path of cultivation had never had an end.
His Demon Core had advanced to the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, but his two Nascent Souls were still waiting to advance.
Of the two, the Main Nascent Soul was somewhat easier to handle. The Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art it cultivated was originally a top-tier art. It was hard to say exactly how powerful it was, but compared with Yue'er's Asura True Explanation, it would not be too inferior.
So the