In the cultivation world, time was a strange thing.
For mortals, five years was enough for children to grow, for kingdoms to rise and fall, and for countless lives to begin and end.
For cultivators, however, time gradually lost its meaning.
A single secluded cultivation session could consume many months without anyone noticing.
A moment of enlightenment could quietly stretch across several years.
One major breakthrough could cause entire decades to disappear like a passing dream.
Before anyone truly realized it, five years had quietly passed.
Mount Skyhowl had also changed greatly during those years.
The mountain was no longer merely a mountain.
Its vast territory had expanded countless times over, and the countless buildings spread across its slopes made it resemble a cluster of thriving cities rather than a single cultivation peak.
Standing high above the Fang family estate, Lin Zhaoyue silently looked over everything below.
