In dreams, who knew how many years had passed,
forgetting dark tresses and worldly cares.
Looking back,
the past surfaced once more.
With drunken eyes, I smiled at the mortal world,
but where was paradise?
How many times had the clear wind blown?
Who would linger with me?
Fates began and ended,
scene after scene replayed.
Flowers withered and bloomed,
year after year turned.
Through so many autumns of rising and falling, another five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day,
Lu Qingfeng sat cross-legged on Green Bamboo Mountain. The aura around him sank, falling without pause. In moments, it dropped from the Celestial Immortal Realm to the level of someone newly advanced to Earth Immortal.
He had dispersed his cultivation to deduce the method once again.
At first, it had taken him thirty years to cultivate back to his former level. As he grew more practiced, he could now go from newly advanced Earth Immortal to the Celestial Immortal Realm in just twenty years.
Over those five hundred years,
Lu Qingfeng had cultivated back to his former level a full twenty times.
At first, he could strengthen the Twelve Dutian Demon God Method three times in one stretch. Later, that became twice, then once. Now, he needed to cultivate back to his former level two or three times just to strengthen it once.
The Twelve Dutian Demon God Method grew ever more profound.
Each time Lu Qingfeng cultivated it, he felt something different. Across the heavens and the vast universe, thoughts of the ancestral witches, the Dutian Demon Gods, reached him through a connection beyond perception, along with countless baleful demons, countless battles, and the experience of cultivating the method.
It was an entirely new experience.
The more he cultivated,
the more Lu