Liu Bai, standing beside Ye Lin, looked at the gourd in his hand, then at Ye Lin, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.
I said it before—when the time comes, even if I offer you my wine, you may not be willing to drink it. The calamity is coming.
Liu Bai thought to himself. Then he looked at Ye Lin lying on the distant lawn, shook his head, turned, and left.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin comfortably closed his eyes beneath the sun in the sky.
The sun hanging above the Firmament Sacred Land had quite an extraordinary origin. It was transformed from a top-grade immortal treasure of the Immortal rank, illuminating the entire Firmament Sacred Land and possessing every function an ordinary sun would have.
Moreover, this sun was the most crucial part of the Firmament Sacred Land's Sect Protection Array. Once the Firmament Sacred Land came under invasion, the array would activate, and then it would be enough to slaughter all invading enemies.
Ye Lin slept for a full year without even noticing it himself.
"So comfortable."
Ye Lin stretched and slowly rose to his feet. Although cultivators at his current level had no need to sleep or rest at all, some cultivators still liked to live while retaining the manner of mortals.
Cultivation was the cultivation of a seven-apertured, exquisitely discerning heart.
Cultivation was merely the process of mortals climbing step by step to the mountaintop. Maintaining the bearing of a mortal allowed one to better align with the Great Dao.
Reincarnation—climbing the mountain, descending the mountain, climbing again, descending again—was nothing more than a cycle. Only when you could completely grasp the essentials of climbing and descending could you be considered a qualified mountaineer.
Cultivation was the same.
"Who would have thought? I closed my eyes, and