The moment Jade Slip Xiao Hua appeared within the space, green-robed Xiao Hua appeared before him. Rare solemnity filled his face as he said, "Fellow Daoist, this is the greatest crisis we have ever encountered in our lives!"
"Indeed!" Jade Slip Xiao Hua nodded. "But surviving the Heavenly Prison is already our greatest stroke of luck! I have never had the time to enter seclusion. This time, I will cultivate to my heart's content! Fellow Daoist, go oversee the cultivation of the Formless Nascent Soul and those scattered Nascent Souls. Let them cultivate as far as they can!"
"Good!" Green-robed Xiao Hua also knew the dangers of this journey. He agreed, left the space along with Jade Slip Xiao Hua, and went straight into Xiao Hua's lower dantian, urging the Formless Nascent Soul to begin cultivating.
Seeing that everything had been arranged properly, Xiao Hua looked at the endless darkness and sat down cross-legged. He continued tempering his divine sense. Though his divine sense had already become like a hammer, it was still far from enough to discover Great Snow Mountain's divine-sense markers within this Heavenly Prison!
Cultivators often said that cultivation knew no passage of years; cultivation within the Heavenly Prison knew even less of time! As Xiao Hua entered seclusion, his body drifted through one time region after another. Some of these regions contained fluctuations suitable for cultivation, some were empty and soundless, while others held chaotic fluctuations. Whenever there were fluctuations, Xiao Hua cultivated; whenever there were none, he closed his eyes and contemplated. Day after day passed, year after year passed, and the years truly flowed past Xiao Hua's eyes like running water, like ripples! At first, Xiao Hua occasionally calculated the days, but after a long time, he could no longer be bothered. One divine