"Since you have triggered this phantom image I left behind, you must be a descendant of the Jiang family. From now on, I will settle the karmic debt between us."

"May I ask your name?" Jiang Qingwan asked tentatively.

"It's just a name. Let's meet again someday if fate allows." The man didn't introduce himself much.

"This is a cave dwelling in the world of cultivation, where time flows faster than outside."

You can cultivate here regularly, achieving twice the results with half the effort. The spring outside is a spiritual spring, capable of cleansing the marrow and strengthening the body.

"This wisp of divine consciousness I left behind will soon dissipate. Do you have any questions?" the man said briefly before asking.

"Did you have any idea how long this disaster would last?" Jiang Qingwan asked.

The man made a hand seal, frowned, and said, "Because I have already ascended, the Heavenly Dao of this world has a shielding effect on me. I cannot calculate the specifics, but as long as you diligently cultivate, you may be the variable that breaks the deadlock."

"Thank you. I hope we'll have the chance to meet again someday. I wish you all the best." Jiang Qingwan clasped her hands in gratitude.

"It's all due to cause and effect. No need for formalities. Do you have any other questions?"

"No more." Jiang Qingwan shook her head, knowing that her efforts might become the variable that breaks the deadlock, and hope was rekindled in her heart.

Amidst an endless darkness and a thirst for revenge, a tiny spark ignites the flame of rebuilding a homeland.

"Farewell." The illusory figure rippled like waves before finally dissipating into the air.

Jiang Qingwan thanked the air again, she really didn't expect that she was already lucky to be reborn, but she would have such an opportunity.

It's truly a blessing from heaven.

Jiang Qingwan took down the "Nine Revolutions Profound Technique" cultivation manual that was floating in the air, and instantly a huge amount of knowledge seemed to have finally found its home.

They rushed into Jiang Qingwan's brain, or perhaps a more fitting description would be to say they rushed into Jiang Qingwan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Because there is so much content, it far exceeds the maximum capacity of the average person's brain.

Even a brief history of cultivation is hundreds of millions of years long.

The knowledge and general framework related to cultivation gradually appeared in Jiang Qingwan's mind, allowing her to come into contact with a more ancient and mysterious era.