The breath on his body was fluctuating as Lu Xuanji opened his eyes, a trace of weariness flashing in them.
His eyes carried a feeling of murkiness, as if his spirit had become somewhat numb and his Divine Soul was sluggish.
"Still lacking."
Moments later, the spirit returned, and the dust on his spirit gradually dispersed, making his eyes sparkle bright like stars once again.
Calculating with his fingers, Lu Xuanji was slightly astonished.
"A thousand years have passed, yet in my perception, it was only a moment…" Lu Xuanji sighed softly, feeling the time fly during his deep seclusion. "A thousand years of painstaking cultivation, improving two minor levels, finally stepping into the Seventh Layer of Void Refining."
