In the mountains, there is no concept of years, the coldness departs without knowing the passage of time.
Shi Hao continued to walk farther on the path of cultivation, forgetting the years, forgetting the heat and cold, time passed silently, and more than ten years quickly went by.
His cultivation was growing, his mana became increasingly profound. With a slight move, he would step into the starry sky, and during his breathing, he would inhale and exhale the essence of the sun and moon, white mist filled the air.
You could see countless stars shining, silvery brilliance dazzling, converging towards him, the essence of this sea of stars appeared and disappeared around his nose and mouth, a terrifying sight.
Over ten years, Shi Hao's cultivation advanced, becoming more stable, resolving many of his own hidden dangers.
