Time flew by like a white colt glimpsed through a crack.
Two and a half years had passed since Qin Sheng entered deep seclusion to refine the Primordial Curse Poison, "All Things Wither," seeking to destroy himself before rebuilding anew.
During this time, Saint Lord Qin had not shown himself even once. Forget the countless beings of Beidou—even within the Shaking Light Holy Land, aside from Xiao Nannan occasionally running into his sleeping palace to check on Qin Sheng, no other Shaking Light disciple had been fortunate enough to witness the Saint Lord's divine bearing.
Had it not been for the fact that, after the battle at the Hidden Spirit Land, many eyes personally saw that Qin Sheng was perfectly fine whether visiting the Demon Race's princess or returning to the Shaking Light Holy Land—able to fly and walk as usual—
Then during these two and a half years of Qin Sheng's silence, rumors would likely have begun spreading throughout Beidou that Eastern Immortal had actually been crippled by "All Things Wither."
Even so, many people still speculated:
Although Eastern Immortal had slain an unparalleled foe in that battle, had he also suffered some grave problem himself?
Perhaps he had sustained injuries to the Great Dao or his Origin!
Dragon-Pattern Peak.
The one-eyed Qiluo was drinking deeply with Lin Youtian. The two Half-Saints possessed enormous capacities; their mouths could swallow rivers, and their bellies could contain lakes.
"What divine art or secret technique is Saint Lord Qin cultivating? There has not been the slightest movement. He seems incredibly serious about it." Qiluo glanced at the Saint Lord's cultivation grounds, greatly astonished.
"The Saint Lord's strength rivals Wushi's, and his talent matches Ruthless's. Naturally, he has his reasons for entering seclusion." As Lin Youtian spoke, dark light stirred in his eyes.