Mei Sicheng sat cross-legged in his room.
For thousands of years, he had been accustomed to absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even after the Holy Emperor had struck down his cultivation, even under Wang Qi's command, he had never cast aside this habit.
He had never given up in his life. That was also one reason he had climbed to such heights.
But a few days ago, he had finally stopped absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Linghuang Island had been utterly destroyed, and the Holy Emperor was dead. The Ancient Method Cultivators were completely finished. Now was the world of the Modern Dharma Cultivators, and Ancient Method cultivation was forbidden.
Even he himself had been forced to swear a Devil's Oath that he would never again teach Ancient Method cultivation to another. It could be said that from this moment onward, he had nothing whatsoever to do with the Ancient Method.
For thousands of years, meditation, circulating qi, and moving it through the heavenly circuit had occupied most of every day. Some days, he had simply spent entirely in cultivation. Now that he had stopped, Mei Sicheng felt utterly at a loss, with no idea what he should do.
The other high-level Ancient Method Cultivators who had retained their self-awareness were in much the same state. Once they stopped cultivating, they had vast stretches of time and no idea how to use them.
Even if they wanted to drown themselves in drink and dreams like mortals, it was not easy to find wine capable of getting them drunk.
Thus, these high-level cultivators had spent the past few days like walking corpses.
Suddenly, the spirit vessel shuddered, seeming to come to a halt. A few seconds later, someone knocked on his cabin door. "Mei Sicheng,