Time flowed like a silent river, and in the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.
This was the twenty-eighth year since the founding of the Qingyuan Sect. In this same year, Fang Qingyuan turned one hundred and eight, his cultivation at the Eighth Layer of Foundation Establishment and nearing perfection.
A green mist drifted over the peak of the Qingyuan Sect's mountain, shrouding it from view. Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged on a wind-swept rock, facing the nascent sun and silently comprehending the formidable heat it gestated.
A moment later, when the great sun's rays grew sufficiently scorching, Fang Qingyuan dispelled the illusory sun in his mind, severing the link to the real one in the sky.
Sensing his comprehension of the sun had deepened, Fang Qingyuan contentedly concluded his practice. He then transferred this harvest of insight through his spiritual consciousness to the Three-legged Golden Crow within his Immortal Mansion.
