P.S.: A six-thousand-plus-character mega chapter—read it all in one go.
After returning to Vast Peak from the Wutong Small World, Song Changsheng did not alert anyone. He did not even spread out his divine sense, instead entering directly into the special Cultivation Chamber that had been crafted in advance from Black Gold.
This was the same technique used when Jian Wushuang made his breakthrough. Afterwards, to quell the fury of the Two Sects and One City, the Heavenly Sword Sect had voluntarily handed over the relevant methods.
The Song Clan had also copied a version thanks to Sunset City.
They already possessed a large Black Gold ore vein in Xiangzhou. The Heavenly Sword Sect had purchased it in bulk in the past, leaving them with substantial stockpiles, so they had no need to worry about materials. The chamber had been constructed long ago, and now, at last, the time had come for it to serve its purpose.
Song Changsheng took out the scroll of Buddhist Scripture Su Ding had left behind and began silently reciting it in his heart. He needed to adjust himself to his peak condition, to drive every distracting thought from his mind and heart, so that he could face the challenge ahead.
Achieving a state of utter selflessness was exceedingly difficult. The more one had experienced, the more one thought about; the more one thought about, the harder it became for the heart to find peace.
Thus, throughout these thirty years of seclusion, he accepted no information from the outside world. Even after returning, he met with no one—all so he could better enter this state.
Far too much could happen in thirty years. Who knew how many heartbreaking tidings lay within that time? He could only choose this self-deceiving way to flee from them.
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