In the Chaotic Demon Sea, time passed especially quickly. It remained a sea of chaos, as it had been for countless millennia—chaotic as ever.
Nothing seemed to have changed. Chaos was the eternal melody of the Chaotic Demon Sea. The endless darkness drove people to despair, without even the faintest glimmer of hope in sight.
A month passed in the blink of an eye. Ye Xiwen had been in seclusion within the deep-sea trench for a full month. If they had not been able to sense his faint, intermittent aura at every moment, they would almost have thought something had happened to him. After all, Ye Xiwen had entered seclusion only after suffering grave injuries.
Ordinarily, people adjusted themselves to their best condition before considering seclusion. Ye Xiwen had entered it in such haste—would it leave behind any lingering consequences? Those were all matters they had to consider.
Yet a single month was not enough to move them, because Transcendent Realm martial artists had exceedingly long lifespans. It was perfectly normal for a single period of seclusion to last over a hundred years. Of course, they did not believe Ye Xiwen would remain in seclusion for a century at a time like this.
One month was merely the beginning. Yao Qian had already cultivated to the peak of the Transcendent Realm Sixth Heaven. Over the past month, she sorted through every insight she had gained during this period, and her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. After one session of seclusion, she directly entered a state of breakthrough, very likely stepping into the Transcendent Realm Seventh Heaven in one stroke.
The only one growing somewhat impatient was Bai Hanmo, but he did not show it. After all, Ye Xiwen had only just saved their lives. He could not bring himself