Spring gave way to autumn, flowers bloomed and withered, and three years hurried past!
Lu Chen had settled into complete tranquility, wandering among mountains and rivers, watching the clouds gather and disperse. He dissolved every trace of his killing aura, studied the various Emperor Scriptures and Profound Arts, and contemplated the great mysteries of the human body.
During this time, he continually unlocked one human body treasure after another: holding stars in his palm, harboring the sun and moon in his eyes, stirring wind and clouds with a thought, bringing the Dao into being and extinguishing it. His cultivation advanced once more, reaching the Half-Saint level.
A Half-Saint was not a distinct cultivation realm, but someone who had already set one foot into the Saint Domain and could occasionally unleash saint might.
Once a cultivator in this world bore the word "Saint," they could almost be considered a being on an entirely different level. Even an ordinary Great Accomplished King could only look up to them, finding that gulf almost impossible to cross.
The Ninth Heaven of Immortal Three marked a Great Accomplished King, while a Half-Saint occupied a subtler position, with one foot in Immortal Four, the Saint realm, and the other still at the pinnacle of severing the Dao.
Yet this tiny step had barred countless powerful cultivators. The distance between the two was as vast as heaven and earth.
In essence, Saints had already transcended the bounds of mortality and could almost be called beings akin to divine spirits.
Several eras earlier, Saints had been said to endure ten thousand tribulations without decay, undying and indestructible.
But eras changed, and the laws of the Great Dao shifted. The present great universe suppressed all living beings and lacked longevity substance, making immortality difficult even for Great Emperors and