Su Fan kept his eyes tightly closed and sat cross-legged steadily atop the stone platform.
He had not hurried to break through. Instead, he sat on the stone platform for three days and three nights.
Over those three days, memories of the past surged forth like a tide, beginning with the trivial details of his previous life and continuing all the way to the various experiences he had undergone after transmigrating to this world.
Scenes from the past flashed clearly through his mind, frame after frame, like film running through a projector.
At dawn, the first ray of light was like a sharp blade splitting open the heavens, swiftly cutting through the thick curtain of night before silently probing into Golden Stone Valley.
Morning mist filled the valley, resembling a soft veil that draped the earth in a hazy, ethereal beauty.
Under the gentle caress of the breeze, the mist slowly drifted. At times, it tenderly wound around the multicolored flowers by the stream, making the already beautiful wildflowers seem even more dreamlike and illusory.
As the sky gradually brightened, the living creatures in the valley slowly awakened from their slumber.
Fresh, pleasant air permeated the valley. The sunlight grew increasingly intense, piercing through the thin mist and illuminating every corner until it gleamed, with vitality and vigor flourishing everywhere.
Just then, Su Fan slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
These three days and three nights of memories had confirmed the words of that great figure from the Upper Realm of the Witch Gate.
Across both his lives, Su Fan truly had not been bound by any obsession.
Put plainly, he was simply the carefree, heartless type.
Most of the time, Su Fan lived more freely and casually than the majority of people.
The only thing that