In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
In a vast starry sky, a figure was sitting cross-legged in the void.
This figure wasn't tall, but he looked extremely majestic, making people couldn't help but worship him.
All sorts of mysterious powers surrounded the voice, forming illusory scenes.
These scenes were endless and stretched across the universe. It was as if the change of seasons, life and death, grudges and hatred, destruction and rebirth were all repeated.
This scene was extremely mysterious and illusory.
After an unknown amount of time, the mysterious scene slowly dissipated, and the figure stood up.
The figure was none other than su mo.
100 years had passed, and he had already reached the final state of the Dao realm as fast as he wished.