Several decades passed in tranquil peace.
It had been thirty years since then.
In these thirty years, the cultivation world was as bustling as ever, with the Providence of the Mythical Era continuing to grow stronger under the influence of the Lower Realm Spirit as geniuses continued to emerge in endless waves.
For ordinary mortals, thirty years was enough for a generation to rise and another to fade into history.
For Tian Yongheng, however, those decades seemed no more than the turning of a page.
Inside the secluded cave abode, the golden runes revolving around the Primal Dao Sword in his Sea of Consciousness had become denser than ever before.
Every strand of light connected seamlessly with his Essence Soul, his fleshly body, his Divine Sense, and even the invisible threads of destiny surrounding him.
The distinction between cultivator and treasure continued to blur, and it wouldn't be long before it became his Natal Dharma Treasure.
