On a snowy night, deep in the mountains.
Gu An squatted down, picked the last ephemeral flower from the snow, and threw it into his storage bag.
He only harvested one more year of lifespan, but he was not dissatisfied, because this month he had already harvested nearly five hundred thousand years of lifespan, pushing his total lifespan over a million years again.
It was so satisfying!
After tonight, there would be no more ephemeral flowers on the surface in the Taicang Dynasty.
In one month, he had picked over a million ephemeral flowers, half of which hadn't even reached a year old, having just sprouted.
If Gu An didn't pick them, the cultivators of the Taicang Dynasty would clear them, so he could only pick them whenever he saw them, gambling on his luck.
He couldn't ignore the safety of the world and forbid others from clearing the ephemeral flowers, and he also feared the Ephemera Sect.
