This was a cultivation world defined by the supernatural. A million years of history had passed since ancient times alone; as for the even more distant Primordial Era, it had long since become impossible to investigate.
Over those long ages, cultivators and their civilization had emerged, and by now, the cultivation system had become extremely well developed.
Though the cultivation system was highly advanced and comprehensive, it could not benefit mortals, nor did it intend to. Mortals in this world lived under harsh conditions, much like those of antiquity in Liu Yu's previous life, with an average lifespan of only forty or fifty years.
Eight years was enough for a mischievous child to grow into an adult, establish a family and career, and even father one or two chubby boys; eight years was enough for an innocent, carefree young maiden to become a farmer's wife whose life revolved around firewood, rice, oil, and salt; eight years was enough for a vigorous man to become a decrepit elder, or even lie down in a coffin.
But for cultivators, especially those at higher realms, eight years was merely the flick of a finger-not even enough to advance a single cultivation level.
Eight years later, inside a two-story pavilion in the East City Courtyard of Moonwatch Immortal Fate City.
Azure and red light shone across Liu Yu's face, cycling endlessly and shifting unpredictably, while beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead.
He pressed his lips tightly together, as though enduring immense pain, enough to twist his face.
Only after roughly four hours had passed did his expression gradually ease and become peaceful.
At a certain moment, his eyelids trembled slightly before he finally opened his calm eyes, revealing pupils as black as ink.
Sensing the surging, pure magical