Chapter 135

Stepping out into the corridors of the master pavilion, Lin Yuan felt the profound shift in how the physical world interacted with his existence. As he walked down the spiraling staircase, the dust motes dancing in the morning sunbeams instinctively repelled away from his physical form.

To the world, roughly thirty days had passed since the grand wedding and his entrance into secluded meditation.

But to Lin Yuan, he had lived an entire sixty-year mortal lifetime within the Seek the Dao with the Illusion of the Heart dream domain. He had aged, bled, raised a son, and died a peaceful death. Then, he had spent an additional seventy years within the temporal isolation of the River of Years Pagoda, waging a war against a tribulation born from his own obsession.

So to him, it had been one hundred and thirty years since he had last stood in this hall. One hundred and thirty years since he had seen the faces of his family.