This preparation took a full three thousand years.
Over those three thousand years, aside from occasionally offering Lu Ping'an some guidance in cultivation, Lu Changsheng spent all his remaining time frantically crafting various life-saving items.
Breath Concealment Talismans, Earth Escape Talismans, Blood Escape Talismans... He drew a full hundred thousand talismans for escaping danger and hiding his tracks, stuffing several storage bags to the brim.
Not only that, he also used some leftover scraps of bone from the Daluo Qilin to craft thirty-six sets of small-scale maze and defensive formations.
These formation plates needed no immortal stones to activate. As soon as they came under attack, they could self-destruct in an instant and hold off the enemy for a short while.
"Whew..."
Inside the weapon-refining room, Lu Changsheng gazed at the heap of life-saving trump cards before him and finally let out a long breath of relief.
"That should do it."
He sorted all the talismans and formation plates by type and tucked them close to his body. Then he nurtured the Mysterious Yellow Shield inside himself, ensuring it could unleash its strongest defense at any moment.
Over these three thousand years, he had known nothing of the changes in the outside world—and had no desire to know.
All he knew was that the Primordial Land was cleaner now than it had ever been.
Most of the great powers capable of threatening his life had already gone to listen to the Dao at the Purple Heaven Palace.
"Ping'an, come out of seclusion."
Lu Changsheng's voice echoed through the cave abode.
Before long, a little Qilin that showed no trace of spiritual energy, like a white jade statue from the mortal world, padded silently over to Lu Changsheng.
After three thousand years of arduous cultivation, Lu Ping'an's cultivation had remained at