The peach blossoms drift without knowing how many have fallen, and the brush strokes unknowingly peck through countless springs and autumns.
A thick time Dao rhyme permeates the mountain top, surrounding Li Hao, as if enclosing him in a giant silkworm cocoon, along with the Time Divine Wood floating before him.
That piece of Divine Wood now no longer resembles wood but has transformed into a lifelike gray-white-haired youth drinking from a jug.
The sculpture sits leisurely in the void, emanating Emperor's Might, with the space around it subtly fluctuating. If you look closely, you'll find the Great Dao Origin gathering, with layers of void folding like a crease, spreading from its side in a very obscure manner.
In front of the sculpture is Su Jiuzhe's true body. He sits casually on the grass, motionless like a stone sculpture for years, quietly gazing at the youth completely absorbed in carving.
