Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
At the former site of Yang Family Village,
in the mountains behind it,
Shen Changchuan, now as tall as a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old youth, sat cross-legged atop the cliff where the hunter's cabin had once stood. Facing the morning glow, he gathered qi, refined true qi, and circulated it through his heavenly cycle.
As his true qi circulated, the air around Shen Changchuan warped in visible ripples.
A vast and terrifying momentum slowly rose like flames.
No one knew how long passed before
Shen Changchuan finally stopped cultivating and drew his consciousness back from its immersion.
He opened his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, what seemed like bottomless vortices turned slowly.
"After three years of effort, I've finally reached this step."
"Even the creator of Flowing Water Qi Gong might not have reached the realm I stand in today!"
Feeling the vast true qi within him, like a surging river stretching beyond sight, Shen Changchuan let out a long breath.
His true qi became a thread of white mist that lingered in the air for a long while!
Three years ago,
after finally obtaining qi gong and gaining access to this world's extraordinary power system, Shen Changchuan had left Nanyang Prefecture City and ultimately returned to the mountain range where Yang Family Village lay.
For him at the time, his next goals had been nothing more than cultivation, studying qi gong, studying force, and quietly waiting for his body to mature.
For such things, it was better to remain somewhere far from the martial world, far from conflict.
Thus, he naturally chose to return to the mountains where Yang Family Village had stood, where he had once spent four years.
For the past three years,
Shen