Gu Hui comprehended in this manner. By his estimate, roughly a thousand years passed before he finally absorbed the experiences of dozens of Great Emperors and made their scriptures his own.
When he prepared to leave, Gu Hui's face turned not only green but black.
Fuck, he actually could not get out?
He tried every conceivable method, but no matter what he did, he could not leave.
Fortunately, he was not the sort to cry to heaven and earth. He had a free and easy temperament, content with whatever came.
So he simply went into seclusion within the coffin and slept.
Whenever he felt his accumulation was sufficient, he burned his lifespan and, with the Dao Mirror's help, summoned his future self for life-and-death battles.
As the long years drifted by, he did not know whether ten thousand years had passed, or a hundred thousand, or a million—perhaps even longer.
After living out his fifth life, he tried every method he could think of. He still could not get out.
After living out his sixth life, he tried again. He still could not get out.
After living out his seventh life, he still could not get out.
After living out his eighth and ninth lives, he could fuse the Dao Fruits of his nine lives at any time and become an immortal in the Red Dust. Yet his ambitions were greater still.
Even with such power, he still could not escape. He was completely out of options, unless he used the Dao Mirror to flee this world—but he was unwilling to accept that.
In the end, he lingered between life and death. Even with his foundation and accumulation, he encountered danger after danger. Under the Heavenly Dao's trials and obstruction, he was reduced to ashes time and again. At last,