No wonder it's always been said in the Immortal Dao that cultivation knows no time. Refining a single Magic, comprehending a single Divine Technique—a few years can pass by with ease.
Xu Yunfan walked out of the True Martial Cave Mansion and looked up at the group of people on the peak, who were absorbing the Dawn Purple Qi from the sun's morning radiance.
He saw the twelve old-timers from the Taoist Sect, their bodies flickering with Spiritual Light, but not a single one had broken through to the Realm of Dao Entry.
He swept his Divine Sense over them and found that even the one with the highest Cultivation had barely touched the threshold of Energy Introduction.
They hadn't even reached the Qi Refining Stage.
Xu Yunfan shook his head inwardly. 'Although it's partly because their meridians haven't fully developed yet, this pace is still slower than I expected.'
'They're even a bit slower than the disciples of the Primordial Sect.'
But then he reconsidered.
