Years were merciless.
Atop the mountain peak, Zhang Qingyuan's eyes were slightly closed.
Within his mind, scenes from the past flashed rapidly before his eyes.
From when he first transmigrated to this world, struggling bitterly to survive and meticulously calculating every Spirit Stone, to cultivating diligently day and night, rejoicing as the Techniques and Martial Arts on the Proficiency Panel improved bit by bit; then came the challenge from Yao Ping, a fellow disciple from the same courtyard, his first mission outside the sect, the Separate Courtyard Grand Competition, the Outer Sect Grand Competition, the Inner Sect, the South Sea, the Inner Sect Grand Competition, and his rise to fame.
Those once-proud scenes, those impassioned experiences of the past, continued to surface before his eyes.
Yet,
as the power of years flowed away,
all those memories became like photographs, gradually yellowing and decaying, losing their former vitality before finally sinking into the depths of his mind!
"The power of time and years."
Zhang Qingyuan pondered silently to himself.
An insight suddenly arose from the depths of his heart, like a flash of inspiration, instantly drawing even Zhang Qingyuan's Divine Soul into its depths.
All of a sudden,
Zhang Qingyuan's vision seemed to arrive upon a vast and boundless land.
Between the endless heavens and earth,
a grass seed emerged from the void, wreathed in an indescribably terrifying power. Suddenly, its shell split open, and a tender sprout Filled With vitality broke through. Drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, its blades rapidly stretched forth like a longsword pointing straight at the sky vault of the Nine Heavens!
Clang!
A sword chant that shook heaven and earth rang out, piercing beyond the Nine Heavens!
At This Moment, Zhang Qingyuan's eyes seemed to have been stabbed by it!
But it was