So he did not care all that much about this unprecedented change. Cultivation was the process of gaining immense power, and he already possessed immense power now.
He no longer cared about realms either. Even a lofty Spirit Transformation cultivator was only worth one punch—what was there left to care about?
There was one massive drawback, though: he could not fly. That part was rather frustrating.
Still, it was nothing much.
"Master, where exactly did you go? Could it be that you've already gone beyond the heavens? If you went beyond the heavens, why didn't you tell us?"
Ye Buqu gazed blankly at the distant snow-capped mountains and murmured. A hundred years had passed; Ye Lin had vanished for a full hundred years. During that century, his senior brother had taken him across countless mountains and rivers in search of the reason behind his condition, while also seeking traces of their master.
Clearly, they had found nothing at all.
"Alas."
A deep, weighty sigh rang out, stirring the surrounding snowy mountains.
Then came the avalanche.
"Fuck."
Elsewhere, within a grass-covered cave, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.
After glancing around, Ye Lin slowly rose to his feet.
"Four laws—all of them have reached the Mahayana level. With four Mahayana laws, who in the Earth Immortal realm can stand against me? A pity I'm still only at the mid-stage Earth Immortal realm."
Ye Lin began sorting through the gains he had made over the years. The laws around him had all reached Mahayana, including the most profound law of time.
In order to comprehend time, he had spent a full fifty years. Otherwise, he would have emerged from seclusion long ago.
Those powerful figures in novels who emerged from seclusion without knowing how much time