"Rest assured, Master. I understand."
Xu Xuan said solemnly, "Within two years, I will reach Foundation Establishment."
Xu Qingchan gazed at him for a moment.
Only after seeing his firm gaze and steady breathing did her expression soften slightly.
"As long as you know what you're doing."
"If you encounter any difficulties in cultivation, you may come to me."
"As for resources, the entire Xu Kingdom will prioritize supplying you."
With that, she turned and left, leaving behind a cold, lonely silhouette.
Silence returned to the meditation chamber.
Xu Xuan shook his head and smiled.
Foundation Establishment.
He yearned for it more than anyone.
Clearing his mind of distractions, Xu Xuan once again brought out the ancient bronze mirror.
This object could aid his cultivation.
With the combined support of dense spiritual energy and threads of fortune's power.
He circulated the Evergreen Technique and immersed himself in cultivation.
Another half month and more passed like this.
Suddenly, another unusual change occurred.
Within his sea of consciousness, the phantom of the Book of Time appeared once again.
This time, there were more than just indistinct fragments of information.
Washed by fortune, the ancient book radiated pure light.
Its pages turned rapidly.
Scenes from Xu Xuan's three previous lives appeared one after another.
Finally, the image froze.
Dusk lay heavy, and a candle burned faintly in a shabby room.
Xu Changgeng of his first life lay on a bed, withered and barely breathing.
His children and grandchildren knelt all around the bed, faint sobs rising among them.
The old man's clouded eyes stared into the void, his lips moving slightly.
He seemed to be praying, or perhaps murmuring.
A lifetime flickered through his eyes like scenes in a revolving lantern, finally falling still.
"By heaven's mandate and fortune's decree, fate and