"The advancement of one's cultivation base is not the matter of a single day, just as three feet of ice is not formed in a day, and the same holds true for one's cultivation base. In a blink, thousands of years have passed..."
Chu Yi was startled. Ancestor Yun had once been a heavenly spirit, so his innate talent must have been incomparable to that of ordinary cultivators. For someone with such extraordinary gifts to require thousands of years to reach the late stage of Divinity Transformation with Great Perfection meant that he, himself…
He hardly dared to imagine it.
"Don't worry, arduous cultivation is fruitless."
Ancestor Yun slightly lifted his palm, and the surface of his skin showed lines of fissures.
Like cracked tree bark or someone on the brink of death.
Chu Yi promptly exclaimed in shock, "Master… What is this!"
"Thousands of years… Even the most powerful beings can't remain forever young..."
Ancestor Yun's eyes were cloudy, brimming with a sense of loss.
