At this moment, as He Song once again sensed that the mana within his body had advanced as far as it could go,
it seemed as if an extremely solid bottleneck appeared before his eyes.
Only then did He Song open his eyes and carefully made some calculations.
"Six hundred and thirty years?"
"This session of seclusive cultivation actually spanned over six hundred years."
"This seclusion session must be the longest one I've ever had, right?"
As he glanced at the many unchanged arrangements around the quiet room, a hint of emotion flashed in He Song's eyes.
During these six hundred years, He Song had been in seclusive cultivation.
However, even though He Song had been in true seclusion for hundreds of years this time,
when he emerged today, there was not the slightest trace of bewilderment in his eyes.
The reason was simply this.
It was only because, during these hundreds of years of seclusion, He Song was not in seclusion every single moment.
