At this moment, Wu Feiyan was in seclusion in her dojo.
Her dojo, in the deepest part of the Antarctic island, which was more than 300 metres below sea level, surrounded by cold rocks, the reason why Wu Feiyan chose to establish the base of the Broken Qing Society near the remote Antarctic Circle, on the one hand, it was a more hidden and safe place, on the other hand, it was because of the environment here was more suitable for cultivation.
In recent years, Wu Feiyan had rarely gone into seclusion for long periods of time, and each time she went into seclusion, it was as short as a few days and as long as a few months, unlike the three great elders, who went into seclusion for periods of time measured in years.
The reason why Wu Feiyan not a long time closed, not worried about the development of the broken clear will be out of their own control, but as she grows older, it is more and more difficult to calm down to cultivate, five hundred years of time in the blink of an eye has passed eighty per cent, she has not yet found a hundred turns of the Dan Dan formula, the rest of the time to talk about it as if there are still a hundred years, but if you really want to use to cultivate, it can be said to be a little bit of a flash in the pan.
The older she gets, the more she feels that life sometimes conforms to the so-called conservation of energy.
Although cultivators lived for a long time, the time they had to feel the world and truly enjoy life was not much better than an ordinary person who died at the age of sixty or seventy, and was probably even worse.
In the past four hundred years, she had spent at least three hundred years on cultivation, and the rest of her time had either been used to find Lin Wan’er or to develop the Broken Clearness Society, and the time she had spent enjoying her life had been almost nil.
Looking back now, the best time of her life was actually the time when she was with her senior brother, Lin Yilu, when she was cultivating in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
At that time, Master Meng Changsheng didn’t often ask about them, mostly after several days of seclusion, he would take half an hour to check on their progress and give them a few pointers in passing, and then he wouldn’t come out of seclusion for several days again.
Therefore, during that period of time, it was almost like a two-person world for the two of them.
Wu Feiyan greatly enjoyed the feeling that the world outside was chaotic, but she was able to be in a corner with her beloved, that would double the happiness.
On top of that, the experience of cultivation also brought her great anticipation and excitement, which was tantamount to stacking another powerful buff on the happiness.
Only, that wonderful and extreme feeling completely fell apart at the moment she stabbed Lin Yulu with her sword, and since then, life had lost its happiness, and what was left, was only distorted desires.
At this time is in seclusion in the Wu Feiyan, did not put the mind on cultivation, but want to let themselves here to calm down, thinking about the next life planning.
Four hundred years flicked by, she was very clear in her heart, she had already stepped into the twilight of her life, originally she was still hoping to be able to get the Hundred Turns Thousand Returns Pill, and renew the next five hundred years, but after her last trip to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, she had already realised that her master Meng Changsheng had not really passed away, and that all the things that she had been pursuing for these hundreds of years were most likely just a small move in the huge chess game laid down by her master.
