Jiang An'an's eighth birthday had been missed by Jiang Wang amid his cultivation.
When the Blessed Land challenge fell to Sima Meishan on September fifteenth, he still remembered it.
But then he immersed himself in the world of cultivation, and in a daze, it had already passed.
When the Blessed Land challenge began on October fifteenth, he suddenly realized that Jiang An'an's birthday on October twelfth had already gone by several days ago...
He knew he would miss more.
But he did not know how much of Jiang An'an's growth he would still miss.
No matter how difficult his circumstances, every year he would find at least one chance to visit An'an. But the High Heaven Secret Realm was not a Pure Land. If he was not strong enough, there was no truly safe place in this world.
Winds and clouds churned beneath heaven, and he had briefly stood upon the crest of the tide.
But he had to recognize that whether at the End of the World Terrace or the Yellow River Assembly, all his splendor had been built upon the existing order, upon fair competition among those of the same realm... He himself did not possess the strength to withstand the collapse of order, much less the right to establish one.
So do not relax.
Not for a moment.
Not for a breath.
An erupting volcano might have lain dormant for a thousand years.
A silent gray reef had perhaps once been heard of as well.
Daoist arts, sword arts, Supernatural Powers.
The road one walked, the heart one sought.
In a daze, within the cave there were no years; truly, one knew not how many years had passed in the world.
Until a fat Paper Crane flew into the Blessed Land of the Great Void Illusion Realm.