The verdant Wutong Mountain was now empty, with thirteen wooden huts abandoned and desolate.
Within the Water Curtain Cave.
Ye Wenxuan sat cross-legged, her gaze tranquil as she stared at the stone wall and the dead ancient trees surrounding her.
She seemed lost in thought.
In the mountains, oblivious to the passage of time, one might become an Immortal.
Yet she meticulously counted every single day, converting this time into corresponding years of fruit.
The young body formed by the breath of heaven and earth could not conceal the decay of the Dao Infant's Five Organs.
That old dog was aware of her existence.
But it never hurried.
All it needed to do was outlast her, and then this place would once again belong to its Nanyang Sect.
Ye Wenxuan never denied she was doing this for herself, but all beings under heaven must also remember that she was the one truly acting to save the world.
From a mere mortal, she had become the strongest cultivator under the heavens.
