Half a year passed.
On that desolate island, Su Yi sat withered and still as a stone, not moving in the slightest.
The forbidden formation laid upon the island had long since been damaged and dissipated beneath the wind and pounding waves, having never been repaired.
Inconceivably, whenever thunder and lightning occasionally fell, they would be silently dissolved by an invisible force upon nearing Su Yi.
Even the power of the Great Dao's rules, transformed into raging billows and crashing waves, would ultimately collapse and vanish in dejection.
They did not harm Su Yi in the slightest.
Rumble!
That day, a hurricane raged as it swept in from afar, carrying violent arcs of lightning. The Chaos Mist filling the sky churned along with it.
It was at that moment that Su Yi, silent and motionless like a clay statue, opened his eyes.
In the depths of his profound gaze, the radiance of reincarnation seemed to intertwine, while an unfathomably mysterious abyss of the Great Ruins emerged.
In that instant, heaven and earth seemed suppressed by an invisible majesty and suddenly shuddered.
In the distance, the raging hurricane seemed to have been startled. It abruptly swept past one side of the desolate island.
In the other seas, waves soared into the heavens and storms raged with terrifying force.
Only the tiny desolate island where Su Yi stood remained as tranquil as before, without a ripple.
"To nurture the heart like jade, to temper it like a blade. In seeking the Great Dao, if one's state of mind is veiled in dust, then no matter how heaven-defying one's foundation or exceptional one's talent, one will ultimately not travel far..."
Su Yi rose to his full height and casually dusted off his robes.
Half a year had passed.
His cultivation had not advanced