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"Eight thousand years, eight thousand years! Who knows how I, the humble Daoist priest, have spent these eight thousand years?"
Zhou Yi felt a multitude of emotions as he sensed the spiritual energy swarming towards him.
From the martial path to the immortal path, from having no Spirit Root to possessing Innate abilities, from the Nine Continents to the divine continents, he had lived through crises of life and death, through eras where the law was on the brink of extinction, and finally, he had persevered and made it through.
Eight thousand years is a long time, but we must fight for every day and night!
"From now on, I must become a prodigy of the heavens," he declared.
Zhou Yi circulated the primordial darkness scripture, and an endless stream of spiritual energy poured into his body, making one hour of cultivation equivalent to the previous ten days or half a month.