Three days for one cycle of withering and flourishing. A leaf of a thousand years undergoes a cycle once every century, completing ten cycles in total.
Through each cycle of decay and revival of his aura and even his soul, Xu Yang appeared unchanged on the outside. However, his soul and Primordial Spirit were undergoing an astonishing metamorphosis.
Thirty days later.
Xu Yang abruptly awakened. He stared in a daze at the three ancient pines by the cliff and the boundless, shifting clouds, which looked just as they had at the very beginning.
"Did I... have a dream?" Xu Yang muttered to himself.
"No, it wasn't a dream.
"It was the ancient pine leaf.
"Ten cycles of withering and flourishing—it was like ten cycles of nirvana."
He trembled slightly as all his memories finally returned.
