Year by year, time passed.
Chen Jichuan remained in the Purple Mansion Immortal Gourd, which drifted randomly within the Seven Mysterious Mountain. It was buffeted by turbulent void currents that appeared out of nowhere, rolling through the mountain's passageways and caverns.
Taking advantage of the circumstance.
Chen Jichuan sensed the area outside the Immortal Gourd, collecting the magical treasures and relics left behind by the deceased White Bone Venerable and others into the gourd.
The Seven Mysterious Flying Ants clustered together, guarding the insect eggs and spiritual medicines amidst the mountain.
The moment, no contact could be made.
The mountain wandered; time flowed.
Drifting towards unknown places, cultivation continued heedlessly of the years.
In the blink of an eye.
Two hundred years elapsed.
...
This day.
Within the Immortal Gourd space, Chen Jichuan concluded his exercises and opened his eyes to assess himself—
"Three hundred and thirty years."
