Time flew by like a fleeting white colt.
The clouds over Kunlun Mountain gathered and dispersed, while the immortal herbs beside the Spiritual Spring withered and bloomed anew.
Before anyone realized it, nearly ten thousand years had passed.
They had quietly flowed by atop this towering Divine Mountain.
To the great experts of the Prehistoric World, who measured time in Eons at the slightest turn,
Ten thousand years
Might have been nothing more than a brief period of seclusion or an ordinary bout of enlightenment.
But to Su Miao,
These ten thousand years
Were the crucial years in which she truly integrated into the Prehistoric World, shed her innocence, and laid the foundations of her Dao.
Jade Purity Peak, inside the cave abode.
Su Miao sat cross-legged on her personal warm jade couch, her eyes slightly closed.
Spiritual Qi swirled around her,
Like substantial milky-white mist, slowly curling about her,
Rippling rhythmically with every breath she took.
Her breath was long and steady, her Spiritual Power flowed smoothly without obstruction,
And she had clearly reached the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm.
Only a single step seemed to remain between her and the immortal Great Dao of the Golden Immortal.
Yet she was in no hurry to take that step.
Over ten thousand years of teaching,
The first and most important principle the Three Pure Ones had instilled in her was
—foundation.
A towering building rose from level ground; if one's Dao Foundation was unstable, it would ultimately be no more than a castle in the air.
This was deeply influenced by Yuanshi's rigor and Laozi's philosophy of the Great Dao being simple.
Thus, she would rather remain at the peak of the Mystic Immortal realm for longer.
Again and again, she tempered her own mana until it became ever