Before he knew it, the tenth year had arrived. The spirit energy on Dragon Abyss Island had declined to the point where it was no longer suitable for a Sage to cultivate. Even within the abyss, only the cave residence that Luo Chen had been maintaining with all his power barely retained the quality of a fourth-tier spirit vein. And that too was steadily deteriorating. 

This year, Luo Chen was 226 years old. 

At dawn, he slowly opened his eyes and surveyed the cave residence one last time. "It's time to go."

When he emerged from the abyss, Black King and the others were already waiting outside, having been told to prepare in advance.

Luo Chen raised his right hand, and the Penglai Eightspire Pavilion appeared above his palm with a shimmer of light. After refining it through...