In a cave hundreds of thousands of meters deep, an undetected breath fluctuated, strong at times and weak at others, like an unpredictable super volcano that, once erupted, would surely turn the heavens and the earth upside down.
Shi Xiaole sat cross-legged, completely immersed in the tens of thousands of methods for breakthrough, extracting their essence and discarding the dross. He intended to combine the lifeblood of all the unparalleled geniuses of this universe into one, creating a method of breakthrough uniquely his own!
Day after day passed.
Outside the deep cave, on the plains, leaves fell in abundance, flocks of geese flew southward, and, unbeknownst to when, a flurry of heavy snow began to fall, covering a ten-thousand-mile radius.
When the snow melted, hints of green slowly stretched out from between the rocks. Flower buds began to draw threads and then crawled over half of the plain; myriad flowers bloomed, with butterflies and bees shuttling and dancing among them.
