In ordinary times, this mighty figure had always thought very highly of himself.
Originally, he had planned to wait until his realm stabilized, then draw down the Heavenly Tribulation and achieve Ascension to Immortality. Who could have known that man proposes but Heaven disposes—the Immortal Spirit Channel had actually already closed.
Because of this, Patriarch Xuan Tian sighed long and short. Further cultivation was of little use, yet if you told him to idle away his days enjoying peace and fortune, he felt uncomfortable all over.
In a word, he had been born used to being busy.
Now that he suddenly could not find a goal, it was truly hard to bear.
What should he do?
As the years were thus wasted away, ten thousand years of time nearly drove Patriarch Xuan Tian mad with frustration. And just then, that mysterious cultivation art appeared out of nowhere.
No one knew where it came from, or whose hand had written it.
But when one's strength had reached Patriarch Xuan Tian's level, one could tell the true from the false in a cultivation art with a single glance.
Genuine through and through!
Although the train of thought behind this cultivation art soared like a heavenly horse through the skies, envisioning things no predecessors had dared imagine, it was absolutely feasible.
Patriarch Xuan Tian was so delighted that he scratched his ears and cheeks. At last, he had something to do. So what if this cultivation art was full of hardships and difficulties? It was still better than having nothing to do here, and once he successfully cultivated it, his own strength would inevitably advance by leaps and bounds.
At that time, five million years would pass in the blink of an eye. The Immortal Spirit Channel would reopen, his Dao arts would