Atop Rolling Mountain.
Under a lush big tree at the mountain summit.
Lu Wufei slowly stood up, his gaze cast in the distance, his green robe billowing in the mountain wind, his heart for a moment peaceful as still water.
Since he first arrived and settled under this big tree.
Although it hasn't yet been a hundred years, it's close to seventy or eighty years now.
Seventy or eighty years' time.
From initially being the lowest-ranking little demon, through trials and tribulations, struggling for survival, slowly growing to this day.
Ultimately crossing the chasm between mortal and immortal, a giant step towards immortality.
Now, he's taken another step beyond, breaking through the limitations of a human immortal to achieve the stature of the Immortals.
Such a rapid pace in cultivation, even among his fellow disciples in his Sect, the Wuzhuang Temple, all exceptional in terms of innate talent, is remarkable.
Such a monumental achievement.
