There were no sixty years in the mountains, and the cold did not know the years. Although he did not have such an experience, he had such a concept. As soon as he entered the mountain, he felt that time seemed to have become chaotic. He could personally feel nature and comprehend the vastness of the world, the mysteries of all things, and the freedom of the body and mind. His state of mind had unknowingly changed. The psychological discomfort from killing previously was constantly fading at this moment, repairing the psychological trauma.
Su Yun did not know how long he had walked. He only followed this mountain path straight up until he gradually left the periphery of the mountain and completely entered the deep mountains. The chaos around him did not shake Su Yun's firm 'Dao heart' at all. He walked forward with difficulty. As the birds in the sky gradually dissipated, his entire body fused into the forest.
