From Li Qi's perspective, a full forty thousand years had passed.
Forty millennia had gone by. Alone, he sat there in desolate silence, constantly attempting every possibility.
Failure, failure, and failure again.
Endless failure.
Yet unexpectedly, Li Qi's spirit did not feel defeated or pressured by the loneliness and failures.
He felt... happy?
He was enjoying himself.
Failure was not frightening. Or rather, whether he succeeded was not that important. What mattered was that amid such a busy life, he finally had a stretch of time in which he could sit down properly and gather together everything he had thought, learned, and seen throughout his life.
Li Qi had always been an exceptionally diligent person. From the day he began cultivating, he had never stopped reading, reading in every possible way, then going elsewhere to broaden his horizons and expand his experience.
All of those things had in fact accumulated within Li Qi's mind, like building materials piled into a mountain.
But Li Qi's life had been too short. He had lived too little and encountered too much, leaving him without enough spare time to sort through those materials.
He had considered taking time to enter seclusion, but time in the real world was too precious. No one knew how many more years the Human-Shaman War would last. Even now, Rabbit was locked in a life-and-death struggle with the Human Path, trapped deep on the battlefield with no end in sight.
All of it required Li Qi to handle it. He could not cast everything aside to enter seclusion and organize his thoughts. His original plan had been to take things slowly after the Human-Shaman War ended.
But now, he had gained a great deal of time out of nowhere.
Here, Li Qi did not need to worry about the