Ten years had passed since Tian Ling entered seclusion once again. In the deep silence of his palace, he slowly opened his eyes, a profound sense of satisfaction flooding his being. The serene atmosphere around him was complemented by the soft sunlight filtering through the gaps in the windows, casting delicate patterns on the polished marble floor. The distant sound of a stream and the gentle chirping of birds completed the tranquil setting.
"Finally, visible progress: the fourth level of the Refined Soul Realm," he murmured, feeling the vigorous energy coursing through his body. Every fiber of his being vibrated with renewed power, and he couldn't help but smile at his advancement.
Rising slowly, he stretched his arms over his head, feeling his muscles loosen after years of deep meditation. The fresh air filled his lungs as he took a moment to savor the serenity surrounding him.