A thousand years later.
Suiren Clan emerged from his cave abode, squinting as the sunlight stabbed at his eyes.
It had been a long time since he had been this idle.
Every day, he slept until he woke naturally, then took a couple of laps around the Mountain Gate.
He listened to birdsong and practiced a few punches in the woods.
He ate a good meal at noon, basked in the sun in the afternoon, and went to bed early at night.
His days passed like a mountain stream, gentle and peaceful.
After a thousand years of focused seclusion, his cultivation had steadily risen under the nourishment of Merit. His body had recovered to the peak of its youth, his bones and muscles strong, his blood and vitality abundant.
Yet he simply felt that something was off.
Watching the busy clan members beyond the Defensive Formation overhead left an emptiness in his heart.
Back when he was still the Human Emperor, he had been busy from dawn to dusk every day.
There had been endless documents to review, endless meetings to attend, and endless disputes to settle.
Back then, he had always thought that it would be nice to rest for a while.
But now that he was truly resting, it felt wrong again.
Youchao Clan came to see him and found him sitting blankly on the doorstep, bored out of his mind. Unable to resist, he asked,
"What's wrong with you?"
Suiren Clan sighed.
"I'm too idle. I used to be so busy every day that my feet barely touched the ground, but now I suddenly have nothing to do. It just doesn't sit right with me."
"You've gotten sick from being idle. Just find something to do."
"Like what?"
He definitely was not going back to the Council