Time, like waves brushing against the sky, faded all too easily; even the warmth of a single fleeting moment was difficult to preserve.0

For mortals, its passage often went unnoticed. Only after countless days had passed, with hair graying and faces weathered, would they glance back and murmur in quiet realization, "Oh... so many years have already passed..."0

But for those who had truly stepped onto the path of the Great Dao, time was something else entirely. The slow and silent grind of time was the sharpest blade of all.0

So when Luo Chen finally stepped out of his long seclusion, it felt like only a moment had passed. Just a brief flicker of disorientation… before the world returned.0

In just the blink of an daze, three years had already passed.11

“So much time has gone by?” Luo Chen muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief.0

For a moment, he simply stood there in a haze, caught between reflection and reality.0

Then, with a slow and steady breath, Luo Chen gathered himself, drawing his focus back to his cultivation state.0

At last, his realm had fully st...0