As the first wisp of Primordial Chaos Immortal Qi was completely consumed, Su Jie slowly withdrew from that wondrous sensation of looking down upon the Great Dao River, as though everything that had just happened had been a dream.
Yet his true comprehension of the myriad Chaos Dao and his deeper understanding of the world clearly told every one of Su Jie's senses that everything had been utterly real.
Once he had fully emerged from that state, Su Jie looked at the others.
Chiyang, Guiyuan, and Xingyue, the three Heavenly Venerables, were still immersed in cultivation. They were absorbing Primordial Chaos Immortal Qi as well.
After thinking it over, Su Jie temporarily gave up on the idea of seizing their Primordial Chaos Immortal Qi. He drew out another wisp from within and focused on his own cultivation.
As the new wisp of Primordial Chaos Immortal Qi was absorbed, the myriad Chaos Dao thundered within his mind. Su Jie comprehended and understood the eternal law of the Great Dao River, turning it into his own insight.
Time passed swiftly during this kind of cultivation.
Before he knew it, a hundred years slipped quietly by.
The myriad Chaos Dao were vast and boundless. The more one understood, the more doubts arose, and the time consumed continued to grow.
Su Jie even envied the deeds of the three immortals led by the Heavenly Emperor, who had comprehended the myriad Chaos Dao by leaps and bounds in a single day and ascended to immortality within a short time. But he could not imitate them. They had been transformed from fruits born of the same source as the Primordial Chaos Immortal Tree, so comprehending the myriad Chaos Dao was as easy for them as eating and drinking.
When the last wisp of Primordial Chaos Immortal