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In the meditation room, Meng Nan opened his eyes.

This time, there was no one around him, and it was exceptionally quiet.

"What year is it now?"

Meng Nan lowered his head and saw that the tips of his hair were gray and his hands were withered. He immediately summoned his information panel--

[Name: Meng Nan]
[Lifespan: 0/8]
[Faction: Qingtian Market]
[Cultivation: Fetal Breath Contemplation]
[Inner Breath: 90]
[Bone Structure: 1]
[Cultivation Technique: Thunder Illumination Scripture (Level 5)]
[Sorcery: Spirit Wandering Steps (Mastered), Pine Wind Swordplay (Mastered), Blood Arrow Secret Technique (Proficient)]
[Skills: None]
[Death Log: Viewable]

[Death Log]--

[Name: Meng Nan]
[Age: 82]
[Cause of Death: Lifespan depleted, natural causes]
[Cultivation at Death: True Qi Stage, Body Cleansing Realm]
[Regression: Two Months]

"I lived to 82 in this life?"

Meng Nan looked at the [Death Log] with surprise.

In his previous two lives, he had died before the age of thirty, making him almost believe that he was destined to face a calamity at thirty.

Now, it seemed that wasn't the case.

Didn't he live to 82 in this life?

Moreover, his cultivation had reached the Body Cleansing Realm of the True Qi Stage. This was already the second stage of the True Qi Stage, and the next step would be the True Essence Stage.

"Eighty-two years old."

"True Qi Body Cleansing."

"The gains in this life must be considerable!"

Meng Nan had a premonition.

But the first thing to do now was to figure out the external environment.

He could see clearly that on the 'information panel', the 'Faction' column, which was originally 'Chashan · Tianlin Cave', had now changed to 'Qingtian Market'.

A lot must have happened in this past sixty-year cycle.

"Let's go out and see."

Meng Nan got up and pushed the door open.

Qingtian Mountain, Qingtian Market.

Qian Yu, Chen De, Wang An, and Chu Zhongliang, four peak True Essence cultivators, gathered together. Zhao Xiaoshuang was also present.

Time flew by.

After sixty years, both Qian Yu and Zhao Xiaoshuang had gradually aged--

Wrinkles deepened.

Hair turned white.

Even their eyes had become slightly cloudy, losing the clarity and brightness of their youth.

These were the marks of time.

Qian Yu looked at Zhao Xiaoshuang, her voice slightly hoarse, "What's Senior Brother Meng's chance of breaking through to True Essence in this closed-door cultivation?"

"Not high."

Although Zhao Xiaoshuang was already over eighty and showed signs of old age, her back was still straight, her sword always by her side, and she still possessed a sharp, keen aura.

Beside them.

Wang An sighed, "Master has been cultivating for many years, and he's forcefully broken through his bottlenecks several times, leaving him with many hidden injuries and depleting his lifespan. If he can't break through this time—"

He knew it would be very difficult for his master, Meng Nan, to break through this time.

To advance from True Qi to True Essence, one needed to be full of spirit and energy to achieve the breakthrough in one go. The older one got, the harder it became.

His master was at the end of his rope, with no hope.

Wang An felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

He had followed his master since he was young, receiving his teachings and making rapid progress—he had advanced to the Inner Qi Stage before he was seventeen and to the True Qi Stage at twenty.

Then he was sent to Tianlin Cave to cultivate, with the hope of advancing to the True Essence Stage before he turned forty.

Later, disaster struck.

Tianlin Cave changed hands.

Wang An, along with his master and a group of others, left Tianlin Cave and settled in Qingtian Mountain, fifty thousand miles away. From a brick and a tile, they gradually built a moderately sized market town.

In the blink of an eye.

It had actually come to the moment of parting between life and death.

"True Qi."

"True Essence."

"In the end, we are still mortals, unable to defy fate!"

Wang An lamented.

The atmosphere in the hall was somber.

Finally, Zhao Xiaoshuang spoke first. She looked at everyone, "Fate is determined! Let's not dwell on this now and discuss business. Next month, the third spiritual field in the market town will be ready. This field was originally planned for cultivating spiritual herbs. But a while ago, I happened to receive a batch of 'Yellow Bud Rice' seeds. I'm wondering if we should switch to cultivating this spiritual rice. Does anyone have any opinions?"

The meeting returned to its proper course.

At home.

Meng Nan walked out of the quiet room.

It was a moderately sized house with about ten rooms and seven or eight servants. They all addressed Meng Nan as "Master" when they saw him.

Meng Nan just nodded without replying.

He looked through the rooms one by one.

The first place he found was the bedroom.

The familiar decor suggested it was his and Zhao Xiaoshuang's living quarters. Looking at the furnishings and objects in the room, he saw traces of Zhao Xiaoshuang's life.

This made Meng Nan breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he picked up the bronze mirror on the table and looked at himself. He noticed he was slightly thinner than in his youth, and his hair had long turned gray. He looked like an old man with good spirits and health.

But that was before.

Now that Meng Nan had returned, having died and been reborn, his body had reverted to the state it was in when he first entered this world. His skin and hair were merely superficial; internally, he was still healthy.

Of course.

His cultivation had also returned with him.

"Fetal Breath Contemplation."

"True Qi Body Cleansing."

"I wonder if I can catch up in these eight years in this life."

Meng Nan was both happy and felt considerable pressure.

Even though his true realm was already the Inner Qi Minor Heavenly Cycle, there were still several minor stages between that and True Qi Body Cleansing.

It wouldn't be easy.

Meng Nan glanced at the bedroom, looked in the mirror, and after a brief search, he didn't find his diaries or notes.

Sixty years of diaries and notes, accumulated over time, would probably fill several rooms.

The bedroom couldn't hold them.

Meng Nan went out to search again.

There weren't many rooms in the house, so he found them quickly.

As expected, he saw boxes lined up in this room, each with a number, indicating the year and month clearly.

They were also categorized by cultivation and geography, neatly arranged.

It would probably take a long time to read them all.

"Sixty-four years!"

"Time to read!"

This was a happy problem. Meng Nan felt more anticipation than anything else in his heart.

Following the markings on the box, Meng Nan first found the geographical summaries.

Upon opening it, the very top was a general record.

"Southern Border."

"Chashan."

"Sky-Scraping Cliff."

"Shepherd Ridge."

"Tianlin Cave."

"Eight Newly Built Cities."

"Ghost Mother Mountain, Qingtian Mountain."

Meng Nan spread out the few maps attached to the geographical record, one by one.

First was the [Southern Border Map].

This map covered a large area, but it wasn't detailed. Most of it was a vast expanse of white, representing unknown regions.

Only a small section in the middle had markings, labeling [Chashan], [Sky-Scraping Cliff], [Shepherd Ridge], and [Ghost Mother Mountain].

These four places should be of the same tier, each positioned in a cardinal direction.

[Chashan] was in the west.

[Sky-Scraping Cliff] was in the north.

[Shepherd Ridge] was in the east.

[Ghost Mother Mountain] was in the south.

But this was only the general location. The four places were actually interconnected. If one were to view them from afar, they might be seen as a whole.

However, with Meng Nan within them, the divisions were more detailed.

[Tianlin Cave] was located northeast of [Chashan], and [Qingtian Mountain] was west of [Ghost Mother Mountain]. The two places were relatively close, but the map marked them as 'fifty thousand li' apart.

Looking again at the scale at the bottom left corner, with a quick calculation, the four places like [Chashan] likely spanned hundreds of thousands, even millions, of li.

"This big?!"

Meng Nan was slightly surprised.

These four places alone covered such a vast area, yet looking at the entire Southern Border, these four seemed to occupy only a small portion.

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