As the saying went, years went uncounted in the mountains, and cultivation was measured in millennia.
At that moment, Zhou Heng perfectly embodied the meaning of those words.
He simply sat there, like a sculpture unchanged since antiquity, watching countless "Truth Points" pour into his sleeves from every direction.
Those "Truth Points" were like countless tiny fireflies, streaming endlessly into his body and replenishing the foundation of his "Divine Truth."
Time flowed slowly throughout this process...
Fifty thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
Five hundred thousand years.
A million years.
The moment Zhou Heng had sat motionless for a million years, an inexplicable, uncontrollable surge of irritation and ferocity welled up deep within him.
That irritation washed against the barriers of his mind in wave after wave, while that ferocity was like a beast sleeping in the deepest recesses of his soul, slowly opening its crimson eyes.
"So I can't withstand it after all..."
Feeling the irritation and ferocity bursting from the depths of his mind, Zhou Heng's gaze grew fathomless.
He knew perfectly well that when he had walked the Sea of Stars Great Wall, he had taken a shortcut.
He had never actually experienced enduring endless years of hardship.
Even though everything in his past had proven him powerful enough, his experience was almost nonexistent before that simplest yet cruelest of enemies: time.
That was precisely why Zhou Heng wanted to see where his limits truly lay this time.
Unfortunately, after merely a million years, irritation and ferocity born of deathly silence had begun bursting from the depths of his mind.
But Zhou Heng did not panic. He maintained his posture of gathering "Truth Points," continuing his silent struggle against time like a boulder rooted in the void.
Time continued to flow throughout this process...
Three million years.