426: Return to Star Sword Sect

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

In addition to his usual attempts at comprehending the Dao, Fang Yanzu would often take time to return to the Myriad Heavens Palace for small gatherings with Lin Qingxuan.

Lin Qingxuan would always quietly prepare tea and delicacies for him, listening to him talk about the interesting events involving the various races' Cultivators and his insights into cultivation during this period.

During these five years, the various Nascent Soul reserves remained stuck at the threshold of Breakthrough, unable to take that step for the longest time.

No matter how many resources were consumed or how much they contemplated, there was still no sign of anyone advancing.

Ten years passed, and Lin Qingxuan's Lifespan had finally reached its end.

The Lifespan of a Golden Core Cultivator in the Huajian Plane was only five hundred years; even though Fang Yanzu searched the entire plane for rare spiritual materials to extend her life multiple times, she ultimately could not withstand the erosion of time.

On her deathbed, Lin Qingxuan held his hand with a gentle smile: "Husband, do not let me be a burden to you; condense your Nascent Soul as soon as possible."

As her voice faded, her arm slowly fell.

Fang Yanzu sat quietly in the hall for three days and nights; the tea beside him had gone cold, and there was no longer anyone to refill it for him.

Twenty years passed, and the Huajian Plane grew a bit more desolate.

"Reporting to the Seventh Elder, the Seventeenth Elder has passed away."

"Reporting to the Seventh Elder, the Twenty-first Elder has passed away."

"Reporting to the Seventh Elder, the Twelfth Elder has passed away."

...The several Elders who had once stood by his side to stabilize the situation in the Myriad Heavens Palace had also passed away one after another as their Lifespans were exhausted; the familiar faces of the past in the Myriad Heavens Palace gradually dwindled by more than half.

New people replaced the old, and the Myriad Heavens Palace remained a titan of the Starry Sky Wing Clan and even the entire Huajian Plane.

Newly joined male and female Disciples entered the sect, each high-spirited and their eyes filled with fighting spirit.

The Rhinoceros Human Race, which had been slaughtered, gradually caught its breath, but it could no longer compete with the Starry Sky Wing Clan for supremacy.

Thirty years, another batch of old acquaintances passed away.

Two Nascent Soul reserves of the Starry Sky Feather Clan were driven to desperation by the pressure, not hesitating to deplete their Origin to forcibly comprehend the Dao, but they failed to form their souls.

From then on, their Foundations were severely damaged, and there was no hope of forming their souls.

A Nascent Soul reserve from a small clan suffered Qi Deviation while practicing a certain secret technique and died by self-detonation within the clan, blowing half of his people into the sky... Inside the Myriad Heavens Palace's Record Pavilion.

Fang Yanzu looked at the room full of yellowed dossiers and felt lost regarding longevity for the first time.

His Lifespan was long, far exceeding that of an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator, yet he watched those around him leave one by one, leaving him to travel through time alone.

Could the secret to longevity be loneliness?

Forty years of time had settled.

Golden Core Cultivators in the Huajian Plane became increasingly scarce; of the ten reserves from back then, only seven, including Fang Yanzu, remained.

Fang Yanzu also often thought of Duan He; if he were still alive, he would probably be at the end of his rope by now.

On this day, Fang Yanzu returned to his and Lin Qingxuan's original residence—the Star Sword Sect, Lakeside Cottage, the Star Sword Sect Holy Land.

Five hundred years had passed, but the Spiritual Tree in the courtyard was still lush with foliage, as if he and Lin Qingxuan had just lived here yesterday.

Fang Yanzu looked at all this and fell into the past when suddenly, his Divine Sense swept over a spatial ring buried deep beneath the courtyard.

With a movement of his finger incantation, the spatial ring immediately burst out from the ground.

Fang Yanzu probed slightly and unexpectedly found that inside this spatial ring lay a still-fragrant Diary, along with some jewelry and other items.

One look at the person who buried the spatial ring and you'd know they weren't a serious person; what serious person writes a Diary?

However, after a couple of glances, Fang Yanzu took back his previous statement because the signature on this Diary was Lin Qingxuan.

As the pages flipped open, lines of familiar and elegant handwriting appeared.

"March 7, Year 425 of the Zhoutian Calendar, I arrived at the Star Sword Sect and officially became an Outer Sect Disciple. I must work hard to improve my cultivation!"

"August 14, Year 425 of the Zhoutian Calendar..."