Time flies, and the years pass swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, another half year had passed.
Meng Yunfeng had healed from his injuries long ago, but accumulating the energy needed to advance to the fetal breathing stage still required a lot of time, especially since there were no natural treasures here, making his accumulation process extremely slow.
Although the Two-Dimensional Space was full of Spiritual Energy, without reaching the fetal breathing stage, one could not actively draw it in; how then could he gather it?
He could only slowly accumulate.
Su Jie, on the other hand, found it much easier because he possessed mysterious breathing techniques, visualization methods bestowed by Immortals, and the Three Lives Three Teachings Fist. He taught the children daily, worked in the fields with the villagers, and in the evening, he led the villagers in meetings to discuss various popular tales, explaining the reasons why they were oppressed and had become refugees.
