The vast azure lake was home to more than 300 billion intelligent beings.
Qin Heng cultivated quietly and unobtrusively, and before he knew it, he had spent 3,000 Void Ember Days on Warm Moon Mountain.
The long passage of time had accustomed the local beings to the great mountain in the middle of the lake. Some of those born later even believed the mountain had always been there.
By his reckoning, he had been in the Old Universe for nearly two Void Ember Years. Earth time should have entered the 29th Century by now. He wondered how Pangu Hall was developing, whether his people had begun reproducing and expanding on a large scale, and whether more powerful experts had emerged.
The Flying Snake Race's Inner Cores had been used up. Qin Heng's cultivation was now not far from the peak of Star Lord Ninth Order. At most, another hundred-odd days would see him reach the end of the Star Lord Realm, a little faster than he had expected.
These days, aside from cultivating and improving himself, he occasionally relaxed by fishing at the lakeside and cooking some food.
Cultivation required a balance between work and rest. Sitting in meditation for a hundred days and relaxing for a few hours was perfectly reasonable. Pushing himself too hard would only be counterproductive; keeping his mind taut at all times could easily shackle his thoughts and prevent him from comprehending the Great Dao.
On this day, Qin Heng finished cultivating and walked out of the stone cottage overgrown with wild grass.
The Four Spirits Cauldron, once glittering gold, now sat by the door as a large vat for rainwater. Dust covered its surface, and green moss had grown in the water within.
He had planted the Celestial Execution Grass on the other side.