Below Heaven Earth Peak, the Passing River surged and roiled.
Just like time itself, silently slipping away without pause, day and night.
Before they knew it, half a year had quietly passed.
At Cave Mansion Number 78, Fu Qinglan watched the towering wutong tree with concern. Even beneath a blanket of snow, its lush verdant color remained undimmed.
Yet what truly held her gaze was the man in white seated atop the tree.
"Grandfather, is he really all right?"
Fu Chaosheng stood beside her, equally troubled.
Though he had been quite advanced in years before, he had taken excellent care of himself. His complexion had been ruddy, and wrinkles had barely shown.
Yet in the brief span of half a year, he seemed to have suddenly aged decades, displaying the decline and frailty of an ordinary mortal.
"This is a state of epiphany. For cultivators, it is something one may encounter but cannot seek. Once encountered, one naturally wishes to prolong it as much as possible. But why did it have to happen at a time like this?"
The timing was far too sensitive!
The Pill Saint's ascension was imminent, and Mirage Dragon Cave Heaven was about to open. If Luo Chen could not awaken from his epiphany for a long while, major matters would be delayed.
Fu Qinglan was somewhat envious. "An epiphany? Is his talent truly, as you said, in no way inferior to the prodigies of Sacred Lands?"
Fu Chaosheng nodded with a bitter smile.
He had never doubted Luo Chen's talent in the slightest.
Back when Luo Chen was at the Middle Stage Golden Core, he had comprehended the Nascent Soul Method without a teacher.
Later, he had formed a Nascent Soul as an independent cultivator.
Especially at Mo Lan Court in the Northern Sea, Fu