Time flowed quietly. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. One day, Lin Xun stepped out from the Gate of Exile, his brow furrowed. 0

For the past month, he had entered the Realm of Exile almost every day, yet he had gained next to nothing. Standing still in contemplation, he let out a soft sigh. 0

Ultimately, the Gate of Exile could only be opened for far too short a time…only seven and a half minutes. That limit shackled his every move. Up to now, he had managed to explore no more than a hundred thousand miles within that mysterious realm. If he went any further, there simply wouldn’t be time to return. 2

“This won’t do,” he murmured. 0

Drawing in a deep breath, he made up his mind. From his day onward, he would once again deduce the profound mysteries of the Gate of Exile. No matter what, he had to extend its duration! He sat down cross-legged and began to meditate.0

Years drifted by like mist. By the sixth year of Lin Xun’s confinement…0

Within his quiet dwelling, he sat in deep mediation. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, brilliant light flashing within them. After years of unceasing deduction, he had finally unraveled every secret of the Gate...0