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Chapter 1097 - Chapter 1097 Chapter 696 Time Flies in a Flash A Great Hand

Chapter 1097: Chapter 696: Time Flies in a Flash, A Great Hand Strikes Towards the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths_2 Chapter 1097: Chapter 696: Time Flies in a Flash, A Great Hand Strikes Towards the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths_2 After a moment.

A heartfelt exclamation arose.

“I really lived in vain before!”

Burial King let out a long sigh as he spoke, and like a fish in water, he turned over in the radiant Golden Burial Soil and continued to lie leisurely.

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Back Mountain.

Feeling the surge in Faith Value and Experience Points, Jiang Hui couldn’t help but smile.

Life truly is full of spring everywhere!

That Golden Burial Soil was what he had brought back from the Burial Domain last time.

He had recently unraveled its secrets.

Not only could he directly create the rare Golden Burial Soil from mundane substances, but the quality of the newly created Golden Burial Soil was also superior.

Now, it proved to be quite convenient, immediately put to use, reaping a bunch of Experience Points.

It was indeed serendipitous!

After all, the reason he had brought back a handful of Golden Burial Soil was merely because he found it peculiar, not as preparation for today.

Not to mention how comfortable the group of Burial Kings felt right now, even having a prelude to indolence.

Just when he retracted his thoughts, a familiar fluctuation appeared. The golden figure from the First Spiritual Root of the Lower World had run over at some point.

The First Spiritual Root had already rooted on Old White Turtle’s shell and naturally couldn’t move, but as a Spirit of Medicine, the golden figure was not bound by this.

“I have seen you, Adult!” The golden figure came before Jiang Hui and respectfully bowed.

Jiang Hui nodded slightly and looked down at the golden figure, “Is there something you need?”

Straightforward, clear.

Upon hearing this, the golden figure hesitated a bit, but finally clenched his teeth and spoke, “Adult, I have come to seek your advice on a matter.”

Jiang Hui raised an eyebrow, “What problem?”

The golden figure took a deep breath, “It’s about my cultivation path, Adult. I feel that my cultivation has hit a bottleneck, unable to advance further. I want to know, how can I break through this bottleneck?”

Jiang Hui’s eyes flickered with thought.

He certainly knew the limitations of the Emperor’s Method sold by those peddling false remedies, but knowing was one thing, making improvements was another.

Just like the Butcher and Lord of the Forbidden Area.

After Shi Hao became Emperor, wanting someone to accompany him in his ascent beyond the Heaven, he had unreservedly imparted his experience to the two, but to encounter a King was already rare, let alone an Emperor equal to the Heavenly Dao.

Despite tens of thousands of years of teaching by word and deed, neither the Butcher nor the Lord of the Forbidden Area had made any progress, still far from breaking through to become Emperor.

Each person’s Emperor Road is unique; there never were two identical Emperor Roads in the world.

To ascend the Emperor Road, no one else’s experience could help, one must understand it oneself.

Of course, becoming an Emperor by downfall is not included.

What kind of Emperor is that?

It’s just a bizarre, dark puppet.

However, since the golden figure was so eager to learn, he didn’t mind imparting some knowledge. As for whether he could comprehend it, that was entirely up to him.

Pondering for a moment, Jiang Hui slowly said, “The path of cultivation is like climbing a peak. The ‘Emperor’ is one of those high peaks, but there’s no defined path to the peak, and one must carve out their own route. The path you have taken isn’t wrong per se; it’s just missing something and inherently limited. When you see a mountain as a mountain, the mountain will always be a mountain, and you will always be the mountaineer. But when a mountain seems no longer to be a mountain, then you become the mountain!”

The golden figure scratched his head, slightly confused but seemingly having some understanding.

“Thank you for your guidance, Adult!” After pondering for a long time, the golden figure bowed and withdrew.

Gazing for a long while more, Jiang Hui withdrew his gaze.

In the original work, the vendor of fake medicines was killed by a Dark Quasi-Emperor after giving birth to the Fairy Emperor’s Brilliance, another pitiful character.

Having split his essence into six parts and endured the chaotic and ancient times, it ultimately proved futile.

If possible, he naturally hoped the other could truly break through and become Emperor.

Retracting his thoughts, Jiang Hui didn’t idle.

He found a cave for seclusion.

This was a necessary routine.

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Days rose and set.

Years flowed leisurely, unaware of the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, the lengthy times were but a moment.

Only the river of time remains immortal.

Flowing through Heaven and Earth, ever-persistent, it witnessed the vicissitudes and changes of the world. The river carried away countless heroes’ blood and tears, leaving behind numerous precious memories and legends.

In the twinkling of an eye, over a hundred thousand years went by.

In a certain cave.

Jiang Hui emerged from his seclusion, dazed for a moment, and then with a sparkle in his eyes, he walked out of the cave.

Feeling the birdsong and fragrance of flowers outside the cave dwelling, he couldn’t help but be amazed.

Compared to the past, this seclusion had lasted an unprecedented length of time.

Fortunately, the gains were satisfying, justifying such a long duration.

Over a hundred thousand years had passed, and the village had not undergone any changes, still the same as before.

The biggest change was in the Underworld, with quite a few more wandering figures.

Among them were several clerical officers, which delighted Jiang Hui.

As it was known, the Underworld had been operational for many years, and over the years, the number of wraiths there had reached quite an exaggerated number.

But due to a lack of dedicated clerics, it had always been in a semi-abandoned state.

It was only about absorbing and accommodating the wraiths of Heaven and Earth, with nothing beyond that.

Rather than calling it the Underworld, it was more like a storage place for souls, a place for preserving corpses.

However, there were still not enough clerical officers, and in this regard, Jiang Hui had no way to help but to let nature take its course.