Ten years pass in a blink of an eye. To outsiders, a decade might seem long, but for cultivators, it is merely a moment gone by, hardly noticed with a mere closing and opening of eyes, perhaps even surpassing ten years.
However, people now would rather a decade felt as long as a millennium, since it heralds the calamity of Yuan, like a terrifying nightmare lying in wait over those 129,600 years.
Wukong had been in Reincarnation for ten years, experiencing a reincarnation each day, which means, considering leap years, he had lived through three thousand six hundred fifty-two cycles, lived three thousand six hundred fifty-two lives. What a fearsome number is that? And in each life, he was conscious, enduring severe mental struggle, spending each day in ceaseless searching. If it were an ordinary person, they would have likely given up long ago.
