A hundred years passed, and the "Burial Immortal Abyss" deep in the Great Wilderness remained silent as an eternal boulder.
At the bottom of the abyss lay a layer of Profound Ice formed over billions of years, emitting a faint blue cold light that almost froze the surrounding air solid.
Above the abyss, a fog of pitch-black miasma, thousands of feet thick, rolled like a living creature and emitted a putrid poison.
If an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator accidentally inhaled a wisp, they would need to immediately circulate their entire body's mana to expel the poison; any delay would cause their meridians to wither, and their cultivation to regress.
In this desolate extremity, in the center of the abyss on a square Meteorite Stone, a dark figure sat cross-legged, none other than Chen Sheng, who had been in seclusion for a hundred years.
