In immortal cultivation, the years melt away unnoticed. Li Tongya sat cross-legged atop the mountain's blue stone, reading the "Moon Que Sword Manual"; light and shadow intermingled upon him, dewdrops fell, and in a single distracted moment, two months drifted past like a dream.
"The further I go, the harder it becomes..."
Li Tongya murmured to himself. He had read about a fifth of this "Moon Que Sword Manual", yet already found it difficult to persist, growing ever more perplexed.
He shook out his robe and put away the jade slip. Li Tongya gazed upon the dew-soaked earth, secretly pondering:
"Foundation Establishment cultivators enjoy long years, yet already they neither hunger nor eat. Time spent cultivating truly passes like a fleeting horse's shadow."
