True Intent: Entry Level

Time flew.

In the blink of an eye, a month had flashed by.

At this moment, inside the cave abode, Shen Changchuan was sitting cross-legged atop the White Jade Meditation Cushion, a faint azure halo coiling around him. Fine strands of light bent and twisted, forming an incomparably smooth "circle"!

Within that "circle," in the unseen depths, there seemed to be some incomprehensibly terrifying power flowing!

Inside the entire sealed chamber of the cave abode, there was dead silence.

Even the surrounding space seemed to cower beneath the pressure of that terrifying aura, not daring to move!

Who knew how long had passed, when suddenly, Shen Changchuan opened his eyes atop the White Jade Meditation Cushion.

In an instant, an incomparably mystical radiance spread across the entire void, as though the world were revolving within his pupils.

At the same time, some invisible, formless aura unfurled with it, and wherever that aura covered and enveloped, it was as if grass and trees grew, all things withered and flourished, flowing water dried up, transformations endless and inexhaustible, until at the very end, life reached its end, and all things finally welcomed extinction!

A heavy aura of the years

filled the entire sealed chamber of the cave abode, so much so that the table nearby, along with the paper, writing brush, and cup on it—even the hard mountain rock beneath his feet—decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as though in those few short breaths, they had passed through endless years!

Only after a long while

did that invisible, formless power, emanating a heavy aura of the years, disperse.

With Shen Changchuan as the center, within a radius of several zhang, everything around him had turned to powder and vanished.

A faint lingering aftertaste of that aura still remained in