Spring turned to autumn, and time slipped away.
The view outside Chen Xuan’s cultivation cave changed from lush greenery to snow-covered white; this cycle repeated nine times before he even realized it. As the saying goes, there is no sense of time in cultivation, and nine years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Chen Xuan’s soul injuries were so severe that they had damaged his very foundation. It would have been impossible to recover in just a few years; without top-tier elixirs, even a hundred years of closed-door cultivation might not have been enough for a full recovery. Thus, in the grand scheme of things, nine years was actually quite brief.
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