The brushwork was crude yet powerful. It seemed to have been carved with metal weapons such as knives and axes, resembling some extremely ancient rock painting.
The painting depicted a man with indistinct features, grass-skirt-like clothing around his waist, holding a pickaxe as he stood on an earthen cliff beside a flood, roaring furiously at the rainy sky.
Immediately afterward, another painting appeared ahead. It showed wildfires covering the mountains, several women with indistinct features dressed in short skirts woven from coarse cloth, holding basins of water as they stood in a bamboo grove beside the blaze, weeping in anguish at the burning wheat fields.
For now, this was all he could see.
Within the dim space, Shi Yongheng began cultivating.
His comprehension was profound, and he cultivated quickly. Moreover, as his cultivation rose, his ability to endure hunger grew stronger.
The body that had turned to ashes when he broke through the barrier seemed to have merged into this body, allowing him to complete qi cultivation and foundation establishment without spending much time.
He had no idea how much time had passed. The sunless, dim space remained monotonous and unchanging.
When he grew tired of cultivating, he lay there like a corpse. Once he woke, he continued his enlightenment.
After doing this more than ten times, the ninth level of Yuqing finally reached completion. With the ninth level of Yuqing fully accomplished, he had achieved fasting.
He then compressed the liquid true essence within his body. Though he did not know how much time had passed, it was probably two or three years before he finally formed a golden core once more. By the time he became a Nascent Soul again, he estimated that around ten years had passed, and he could float through the air.
Yet he did