Anchoring one year, Da Xuan, at the peak of the Dissociative Mountain.
Twenty-year-old Li Fan, standing alone on a mountaintop, backhands clasped, was gazing over the distant Cloud Sea.
The morning sun rose slowly from the east, shedding thousands of rays of light, painting the clouds a brilliant red.
Li Fan's youthful face, yet his eyes revealed an essence of world-weariness.
"It seems that the passing of three thousand years has not been without its effects on me."
Li Fan heaved a slight sigh.
The very moment he was brought back to the peak of Dissociative Mountain by the auto-reincarnation,
All the experiences he had been through during his transformation into an object rushed at him like a tidal wave.
The period was even longer than the sum of the hundreds of lives he had experienced since his time travel.
Even though, after transforming into an object, he could not recall every detail as clearly as when he was human.