For the next while.
Qingyuan remained by the sea, fishing and idly toying with his rod.
Over these past six months.
He went out fishing during the day and returned to the villa to sleep at night.
He lived a leisurely, carefree life.
He did not manage any affairs, nor did he speak with the disciples.
Instead, he enjoyed these peaceful days.
He had spent tens of thousands of years in Secluded Cultivation.
After all those years of scheming and strife, what was wrong with enjoying himself now?
Once he emerged from seclusion.
The entire Primordial Wilderness would likely no longer know peace.
Chaos was certain to come, with endless upheavals and even unrest among every major faction.
Come to think of it, perhaps he had used up all his Fortune Aura when he fished up the Chaos Bell.
During these six months.
Apart from catching one Innate Spiritual Treasure, Qingyuan had only caught Houtian Spiritual Treasures and some materials. The later catches became increasingly worthless.
He had thrown most of them to Beginning Dragon beside him.
Beginning Dragon did not have much else now, but he certainly had plenty of "junk."
To Candle Dragon of the True Dragon Realm, Beginning Dragon represented the Dragon Clan's newest hope. So long as the little fellow said the word, Candle Dragon would undoubtedly equip him from head to toe with Innate Spiritual Treasures without hesitation. The set of Houtian Spiritual Treasures Qingyuan had given him truly amounted to nothing impressive.
After fishing for a long time.
Even the River of Time gradually stopped yielding anything.
Qingyuan did not mind.
He reclined in his lounge chair, enjoying the leisurely hours.
The sun shone brightly.
The sky was azure, with a few white clouds drifting past from time to time.
Under the breeze, rippling