As a youth, I was ignorant and clueless, not understanding what death was.
By the time I grasped this concept, it was already a permanent separation between heaven and man.
Before I knew it, Gu Hanwei had become the eldest among those on the mountain.
Afterwards, Xu Xuan stayed on the mountain to cultivate; the yin-energy formation was activated, and a steady stream of materials was sent up; simultaneously, he practiced creating terracotta warriors and ghost deities.
Not much was practiced over the years; after all, incessantly using the resources of the Yin Mountain Sect wouldn't allow them to prosper.
The resources available to them were different from my own; Xu Xuan's individual expenses could easily match the consumption of more than a dozen people of the same cultivation level.
The Daoist Heavenly God returned once again, and the network was spread out anew.
