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Volume 1, Chapter 221 – One Year Later

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Volume 1, Chapter 221 – One Year Later

In stark contrast to the heated discussions raging outside, the Yaochi Immortal Palace remained peaceful and serene, its inhabitants quietly immersed in cultivation.

It was as if the turmoil of the outside world had been shut out by an invisible barrier.

The Myriad-Phenomena Tower stood in silence, arcane runes flowing across its surface.

On the second floor, the disciples seized every moment they could to cultivate.

After resting for several days, Liu Ruyan returned to the second floor of the Myriad-Phenomena Tower.

The incident had subtly changed her state of mind, deepening her comprehension of the Samsara Dao Scripture.

After nearly twenty years in seclusion inside the tower, equivalent to one year outside, she successfully broke through to the Spirit Transformation stage!

Gu Luoli’s double pupils had grown even more profound. After nearly twenty years of seclusion on the tower’s second floor, she finally cultivated the Lingxu Heavenly Eye, a cultivation technique surpassing heaven rank, to Minor Accomplishment.

She could now see the flow of spiritual power within cultivators at the same realm and even anticipate the changes in their spells.

Her cultivation had also steadily advanced to the middle stage of Spirit Transformation.

Ye Ling’er cultivated more diligently than anyone else.

She spent nearly all her time inside the Myriad-Phenomena Tower, and her Lunar spiritual power grew purer by the day.

Over nearly twenty years inside the tower, she advanced from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage all the way to its peak. She was now only one step away from Spirit Transformation.

During the occasional break in her cultivation, she would gaze toward the third floor, lost in thought, a trace of anticipation flickering in her eyes.

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Once Master emerged from seclusion, Ye Ling’er would be the first person she saw!

That promise had taken root in her heart like a seed and begun to sprout.

A-Yao’s transformation was the most astonishing of all.

After cultivating inside the Myriad-Phenomena Tower for so long, the little girl now looked like a young maiden of thirteen or fourteen, yet she still retained a child’s curiosity and innocence.

The profound mysteries of the Primordial Unity Immortal Scripture manifested fully in her. With the aid of the Flowing-Light Lotus Platform, her cultivation soared from the peak of Golden Core to the late-stage Nascent Soul!

Even more astonishing was her talent for formations.

Elder Die Wu discovered that A-Yao possessed an almost instinctive intuition for formations. She understood many complex formation principles as soon as they were explained and could even draw further insights from them.

“First Senior Sister seems even more talented at formations than I am. Master, I…”

After a competition with A-Yao, Xiao Ya pouted as she complained to her master, Elder Die Wu.

Die Wu merely smiled and offered her encouragement:

“Ya’er, you are you, and she is she. You are both geniuses in the Dao of formations!”

Besides the four personal disciples, the others had also made breakthroughs of their own.

Li Zhiwei’s sword intent had grown purer, and her cultivation had already reached the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage.

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Murong Xue honed her sword through life-and-death battles and successfully reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, giving her the highest cultivation among the disciples apart from the four personal disciples.

Zhao Ling’er and Wang Zhaojun worked together with ever-greater harmony, and both had reached the peak of Golden Core.

After fully refining the Gengjin Ore, Wang Teng successfully broke through to the early-stage Nascent Soul.

The entire Yaochi Immortal Palace was flourishing, brimming with vitality and promise.

Atop Cloudmist Peak, Yun Yun and Li Hanyi stood side by side, gazing down at the Immortal Palace below.

“The Palace Master has been in seclusion for two years now.”

Yun Yun spoke softly.

“Before entering seclusion, the Palace Master said she would emerge in two or three years at the earliest, or four or five years at the latest.”

Li Hanyi nodded slightly.

“The Palace Master said that once she emerges, she will take the Immortal Palace to another continent. We need to be prepared.”

“Indeed.”

Yun Yun’s gaze grew distant.

“We’ve essentially finished consolidating our resources. All the medicinal pills, artifacts, and spiritual materials we need have been prepared.”

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“The disciples’ cultivation is also improving steadily. It’s just…”

She paused and looked at Li Hanyi.

“Passing through a void node is fraught with unpredictable dangers. The Palace Master may be powerful, but protecting everyone in the Immortal Palace will likely be no easy task.”

Li Hanyi fell silent for a moment before slowly replying:

“Since the Palace Master has made such plans, she must be confident.”

“I hope so.”

Yun Yun sighed softly, then changed the subject.

“By the way, when you went out a few days ago, did you learn anything about the Northern Region?”

Li Hanyi shook her head.

“There’s been no word from Empress Lingshuang since she returned to the Northern Region.”

“As for the Eastern Region, since Empress Qingxuan left, her first disciple, Luoshui, has been handling all the affairs of the Qingxuan Imperial Dynasty.”

A complicated emotion flickered through Yun Yun’s eyes.

“It seems Empress Qingxuan planned everything long ago.”

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The two fell silent, each lost in her own thoughts.

A mountain breeze swept past, stirring their robes.

In the Immortal Palace below, the disciples continued their cultivation.

Sword qi crisscrossed the air, the fragrance of medicinal pills curled upward, and formation patterns flashed with light… Everything proceeded in perfect order, suffused with boundless vitality.

Meanwhile, in the deepest reaches of the Myriad-Phenomena Tower’s third floor.

Gu Han sat cross-legged where the starlight was most concentrated, her eyes gently closed as she continued to cultivate.

Her aura was restrained, rounded, and seamless, as though she had become one with the starry sky around her.

Deep within her dantian, a tiny yet constantly evolving embryonic form of chaos was slowly coalescing.

The creation of her pocket world had reached its most critical moment.

And amid this tranquil cultivation, filled with hope, time quietly slipped away.