Who knew how many peach blossoms had fallen, or how many springs and autumns the blade's tip had pecked through?
Dense Time Dao resonance suffused the mountaintop and surrounded Li Hao, wrapping him like an enormous cocoon, along with the time divine wood floating before him.
That section of divine wood no longer resembled wood at all. It had become a lifelike gray-haired young man raising a wine flask to drink.
The sculpture sat casually in the void, radiating Emperor's Might. Space rippled faintly around it. A close look would reveal Great Dao Origins gathering there, the void overlapping in layers like folds, extending almost imperceptibly from its sides.
Before the sculpture sat Su Jiuzhe's true form. He rested casually on the grass, as still as a stone statue for years, quietly watching the youth wholly absorbed in carving him.
To him, three years were no more than the blink of an eye. A slight turn of his thoughts, and several pages of spring and autumn had already passed.
Throughout those three years, neither had spoken. The youth had carved him with wholehearted purity and concentration, forgetting himself entirely, while he merely watched in silence, sensing the earth-shaking changes taking place in the youth.
Indeed, earth-shaking. In just three short years of carving, the youth had imperceptibly broken through to the sixth level of time origin.
Moreover, his space origin had also broken through from the fifth level to the sixth.
His golden dao source had advanced repeatedly as well, rising from the fourth level to the peak of the fifth.
The same was true of his wood dao origin.
His Form Dao, too, had risen from the Origin Sixth Level to the peak of the sixth level.
He was not far from breaking through to the seventh.
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