Ten more years quietly passed.
The Eternal Peak remained peaceful as always.
The younger generation continued growing, old experts continued cultivating, and the Providence of the Mythical Era, with a push from the Lower Realm Spirit, became increasingly prosperous.
At the same time, atop the main peak, Tian Yongheng remained in seclusion inside his cave abode.
The stone gates of the cave abode had not opened even once during these ten years, only the countless formations surrounding the mountain occasionally emitted faint ripples.
Inside the cave abode, Tian Yongheng sat quietly cross-legged, peering into his Sea of Consciousness.
Compared to before, the Primal Dao Sword had changed greatly, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Tian Yongheng himself had changed.
The connection between man and sword had become incomparably profound; at this moment, even with his eyes closed, Tian Yongheng could clearly sense every fluctuation within the Primal Dao Sword.
