Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
During those ten years, Ning Fan performed divination sixty thousand times, and any prediction of life and death inevitably came true.
Whether one could avoid a deadly calamity depended on their own divine skills; it wasn't something Ning Fan concerned himself with.
He merely continued weaving one Lifedeath Grass Ring after another, consuming them in the process.
The lifedeath Dao Patterns above his Spirit had already reached 3,800, making him eligible for immortality.
Yet, Ning Fan hadn't attempted to break through to immortality; instead, he had quietly closed his divination stall and spent his days tending to his medicinal and plant gardens at home.
Every day, he sipped mortal wine brewed from the five grains, tasting the Dao within the wine.
Each day, he picked some Immortal Soul Grass to brew for Mu Weiliang.
