Over the span of nearly a month, relying on the Epiphyllum, Gu An harvested 1.07 million years of lifespan. Almost all of it had been harvested during the first half of the month. The further time went on, the harder it became to seize lifespan. More and more Epiphyllum withered directly after he picked them, which struck him as strange.
In the unseen depths, it was as though some force had extracted these Epiphyllum's vitality ahead of time.
Though he did not know the reason, Gu An was thoroughly satisfied.
Thanks to the Epiphyllum Sect, he had saved twenty years of effort, bringing his lifespan to 4.39 million years.
After the Epiphyllum Sect was destroyed, all of Nine Dynasties Land erupted in celebration. Countless versions of the tale spread among the common folk. The Epiphyllum Sect became the most terrifying sect in the world, while the Mountain God became a folk faith.
This day.
North Sea Mountains, within a forest.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao knelt upon the ground, his expression devout.
He suddenly heard a voice, and delight appeared on his face. Then he headed in another direction.
Two hours later, Perfected Lord Xuanmiao came to a stop. Standing atop a hillside, he looked out and could see the North Sea, its waves glittering under the light.
"Build a temple for me here, then reclaim a patch of medicinal fields and plant herbs for me." Gu An's voice sounded beside Perfected Lord Xuanmiao's ear.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao immediately agreed. He was deeply looking forward to the life of service that lay ahead.
And so, a day and a night passed.
Early morning.
Gu An transformed into a White-clothed Figure and appeared on Perfected Lord Xuanmiao's shoulder.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao sat cross-legged on the steps before the temple courtyard, cultivating with his