Qin Yan continued cultivating.
His figure moved across the square, Spear Intent flowing along his spear.
Cultivation knew no passing years. Time flowed like water, slipping silently away.
August 20 arrived.
That day, Wen Ya interrupted Qin Yan's training.
"Brother Qin Yan, the battle for Yuntai Courtyard has begun. We can go lend a hand."
Wen Ya spoke with a note of gravity and excitement in his voice.
Yuntai Courtyard was a Dao Field outside the Temple of Time, belonging to the Yuntai Sect.
The Yuntai Sect had once been a great power, with a True Emperor among its ranks: True Emperor Yuntai.
But True Emperor Yuntai had since fallen. The Yuntai Sect was far weaker than before, and its standing in the Temple of Time had become precarious.
Only after hearing Wen Ya's words did Qin Yan end his training.
He put away his spear, rose to his feet, and straightened his robes. A glint of fighting spirit flashed through his eyes.
"Good. Brother Wen Ya, let's go."
Qin Yan nodded.
They had already agreed to help defend Yuntai Courtyard and preserve the Yuntai Sect's right to use the Dao Field.
In return, the Yuntai Sect would pay them a certain number of Time Crystals.
Wen Ya sensed the fluctuations in Qin Yan's aura, and an unusual look entered his eyes.
My Little Junior Brother really is a monster.
How many days has it been? Qin Yan's spiritual aura has grown stronger again!
It felt deeper than before, heavier and harder to fathom.
But Wen Ya could only vaguely sense that Qin Yan's spirit had grown stronger. He could not tell how powerful it had become.
He tried extending his spiritual power into Qin Yan's spiritual world to get a clearer sense of it—but the moment he entered that