C880 On

Cultivation passed without sense of time. In the blink of an eye, spring and autumn came.

The whirlpool remained the same, the magic pool was gloomy.

Lu Fan sat within the magic pool, having already meditated for an entire year.

Be it the warriors or the Qi Cultivator, a year of time was only an ordinary matter. It was not worth mentioning.

Comprehending the Dao was a matter of uncertainty