"Although I haven't been gone from the Sword Pavilion for more than a few days, I have indeed experienced quite a lot. When a person experiences so much, they are bound to change a little."
To Hongqi, it seemed as if Meng Fan had only been away from the Sword Pavilion for a few days. But for Meng Fan, he had been away for ten long years—ten years spent in an entirely different world. Most importantly, those ten years had been fraught with hardship. To be precise, it wasn't so much Meng Fan’s experiences that were fraught, but rather the world itself. The insignificance of the Human Race and the overwhelming power of the Demon Race had subtly shifted Meng Fan's mindset. In a sense, he had even witnessed the extinction of a world’s humanity, and he had personally felt that suffocating breath of despair.
In the days that followed, Meng Fan remained in a state of semi-seclusion, focusing his heart and mind on the True Explanation of the Sword Dao. Holding the jade slip while practicing the True Explanation felt almost like he was constantly gaining enlightenment from the Sword God Monument; this profound sensation was something Meng Fan found almost addictive. He even felt that by relying on the True Explanation of the Sword Dao, he could potentially cultivate all the way to the Nascent Soul realm.
Chapter 213