Sweeping Across

Several months later, South Sea, Canglang Ruins.

"Yo, isn't this our great cultivator Han?"

"Brother Han, you finally found it in your heart to come out of seclusion!"

"A hundred years in seclusion—Brother Han must have gained enormously, right?"

"Looks like before long, we'll have to start calling you Senior."

"What Senior? We should call him Patriarch Han!"

"Hahaha!"

Inside a private room of a wine house, a group of cultivators had gathered together, chatting and laughing as they teased one another without end.

Han Li sat among them with smiling eyes, raising cups with several old friends. In high spirits, he sighed, "Within the cave, there are no sun or moon; in cultivation, one knows not the passing years. Time flies like a shuttle, time flies like a shuttle!"

Several old friends burst into teasing laughter again.

"Brother Han, how old are you now, that you're already lamenting the years?"

"Exactly. Who in Canglang Ruins doesn't know that Patriarch Han achieved Spirit Transformation before reaching two thousand years of age, with even a prospect of Void Return? What does a mere hundred years amount to?"

"With Brother Han's talent, you'll certainly advance to Void Return before two thousand!"

"When that time comes, don't forget to lend us a hand!"

Facing his friends' teasing, Han Li laughed heartily as well and drained the wine in his cup in one gulp.

One thousand five hundred years had passed. Seas had turned into mulberry fields, and he too had achieved success in cultivation. He was no longer that little Qi Refinement cultivator from back then.

Even so, he still remembered those days firmly in his heart. They spurred him onward, kept him vigilant, and made him diligent without pause, never stopping his steps.

Thinking of this, he sighed again. He glanced at