The white-robed man lowered his eyes, as still and indifferent as a deep abyss.
This white-robed man, quietly cultivating and comprehending the Dao while tempering the foundations of his Emperor Realm, was Lin Yi.
He raised his eyes and calmly swept his gaze over the three Myriad Emperor Alliance cultivators who had intruded into the secluded space. There was not a trace of hostility in his eyes, nor any anger at having his seclusion disturbed—only a faint sigh of sentiment.
Just moments ago, he had immersed his mind in Daoist Zhoutian's ancient memories, attempting to reconstruct his own path of cultivation. Yet after a single instant of supreme realization, he instinctively returned to his senses and found that five years had already passed outside. He had no idea how many pots of Enlightenment Tea had been brewed.
"Time really is worthless..."
Lin Yi sighed softly, his tone calm and devoid of either joy or sorrow.
Yet these five years of seclusion had brought him considerable gains.
As he thoroughly digested the memories left behind by Daoist Zhoutian, his soul had, by chance, entered the state of ultimate clarity he had attained after consuming the Heavenly Wisdom Fruit.
His mind was clear and immaculate, and the veins and patterns of heaven and earth were laid bare before him. Problems from his past cultivation and shortcomings in his inheritances all unfolded distinctly in his mind.
With this supreme state of enlightenment, Lin Yi was able to break free of his fixed way of thinking and reexamine the two core inheritances upon which he relied—the Divine Demon Body and the Primordial World Creation Method.
After reorganizing his cultivation path, Lin Yi gained something, and a brand-new spark of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.
He had vaguely touched upon a completely new Dao