The crow flew and the hare raced:
Wang Quan refined his treasures as the sun rose and the moon set.
He sat in the Underworld, leaving for only four short breaths each year.
Those four breaths were when he descended into the Third-Layer World and summoned the Great Sun's projection to shine upon White Land.
One breath to enter and leave the Third-Layer World.
Three breaths to watch the Great Sun's projection shine.
Wang Quan did not know whether he was imagining it, but he felt that over these past two years, the light of the Great Sun's projection seemed to have grown just a little brighter.
However, because he was refining treasures, he had not asked anyone else.
"I hope the Great Sun grows a little brighter."
Over these years, whether in the Drowning Dao Lower Court or the Far Northern Land, many living beings had been worshipping the Great Sun like mad for various reasons.
Wang Quan hoped that with all living beings worshipping it, the Great Sun's might could grow a little greater.
He felt that whether the heavens collapsed or the world died, it was actually because the sun, moon, and stars, along with the changes of the four seasons, had weakened, leading to collapse.
If the Great Sun grew stronger, that would prove that their worship was useful too.
Whoosh!
He exhaled a mouthful of Dharma Power, gathered his wandering thoughts, and continued refining treasures.
Five years...
Ten years...
Fifteen years...
During that time, Ying Jiaren came to see him four or five times, bringing him some Bump spirit monsters.
Unfortunately, Wang Quan was busy refining treasures and could not tear himself away. He could only briefly chat with Ying Jiaren about a few things.
Ying Jiaren came not only to check on his progress