The wind howled, and evening fell suddenly in the mountains.
In the dormitory hall of Fox Mountain, Bai Mo sat at the head of the bed, pondering how to solve the issue of the two-hundred-year-old Fire Lotus.
"Two hundred years... is a bit too long. The world changes so quickly, I can't just wait idly."
But, what should be done?
"Two hundred years... even during the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, that's several generations. How did they cultivate it?"
He flipped through the transcribed documents on his tablet, checking the relevant records... It turned out that the alchemists of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty would plant Fire Lotuses near volcanic craters, planting, guarding, and harvesting for generations.
The first generation planted, and the fifth generation could harvest.
The second generation planted, and the sixth generation could harvest.
...
And so forth, passing down through the generations, circulating through time.
