A year passed silently in cultivation.
For ordinary people, a year is more than three hundred days and nights, the cycle of four seasons, the accumulation of countless trivial details in life.
But for a Level 3 Mage immersed in Rule Enlightenment, a year is nothing more than a long Meditation, a few crucial moments of insight, and countless failures combined.
The sky above the Light God Court remained bright and gentle, the golden halo of the Golden Tree gently swaying in the breeze, and the surface of the Spring of Life reflecting the World Tree Seed quietly suspended deep within the spring.
The seed was wrapped in a layer of pale green Light Cocoon, with very fine Life Energy lines flowing on the surface of the cocoon, pulsing gently at regular intervals like a sleeping heartbeat.
At present, it seemed that it still had a long way to go before sprouting, but the intensity of the life rhythm had become significantly stronger than the initial faintly perceptible state.
