Slowly but surely, time passed as Xu Yue continued her seclusion, now alongside Xu Huan, who had also begun seriously cultivating.

Year by year, decade by decade, Xu Yue's understanding of the Three Thousand Daos grew and grew.

Before Xu Yue had even realized it, a century had passed since she had entered seclusion.

But even so, Xu Yue did not pay any attention to this, as she would rather focus on her own cultivation.

Though, occasionally Xu Yue would take glances at Xu Huan, who was seriously cultivating in the corner of the room.

At first, Xu Yue did not pay much attention to the latter, but staring at the little fox in front of her, which after around one hundred and fifty years of cultivation, had grown another tail and now had a grand total of three tails, Xu Yue couldn't help but touch her chin.

'Either Hulli Jing or those two rascals did something,' thought Xu Yue as she looked at her daughter, who was currently seriously cultivating.

Of course, Xu Yue was currently unaware of the fact that Hulli Jing and Xu Yanmei were currently far too busy to pay attention to Xu Huan, as she did not pay attention to the outside world.

'It's better this way, at least she isn't wasting her potential anymore,' thought Xu Yue as she shook her head before sinking back into her cultivation.

Slowly but surely, Xu Yue's comprehension grew and grew, alongside the Dao of Tree in the middle of her Sea of Consciousness, that was growing at a fast speed.

Perhaps it was the fact Xu Yue was currently in quite a good mood, mainly thanks to Xu Huan, or the fact that she was following a breakthrough, in these few centuries, Xu Yue's cultivation went extraordinarily smooth.

Without any issue, the Dao Tree in the middle of Xu Yue's Sea of Consciousness grew and grew, by the fifth century of her seclusion, the tree had already grown over fifty percent compared to after the first century.

At this moment, Xu Yue's Dao Tree reached a height of over eight hundred and twenty Li, towering over her sea of consciousness like the towering giant it truly was.

Suddenly, after five hundred years of seclusion, Xu Yue opened her eyes and stared into the distance.

Rather surprisingly, this also alerted Xu Huan, who now had four tails, causing her to open her eyes as well and stare into the distance.

Of course, unlike Xu Yue, Xu Huan could not see anything that was happening, and became disinterested in staring at a blank wall after around a minute.

Xu Yue did not pay much attention to her hyperactive daughter, rather, she focused her attention on someone else.

'That cultivation speed is really rather slow, but even so, he seems somewhat weird,' thought Xu Yue as she looked at the man who had caught her attention, causing her to suddenly begin looking into the future.

...

Looking at the hundreds of cultivators who had surrounded him, Dai Jie couldn't help but tightly grip his spear with his right hand, but even so, a faint smile lingered on his face.

"Hopefully you will give me luck once again," mumbled, Dai Jie as he held a blood-red necklace in his left hand.

"Dai Jie, you should compromise, and we can spare you, maybe you can even get some benefits yourself from this deal, you, of all people, should know how much it pains me to have to do this," said a cultivator, emerging from inside the group, looking at Dai Jie.

Seeing this, Dai Jie couldn't help but laugh as he clutched his face with his free hand.

"Cai Qiu you traitorous dog, do you think you can tempt me with your promises?" asked Dai Jie as he suddenly moved his body, throwing his spear directly towards the man.

In only a tiny fraction of a moment, the spear suddenly appeared in front of the man, piercing through his chest, as well as the bodies of the several cultivators behind him.

After that, under the shocked eyes of the cultivators, the spear suddenly stopped for a brief moment before returning, piercing several moves of them before arriving back in Dai Jie's hands.

Staring at this scene, Dong Chen, the leading cultivator, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

'He didn't control the spear himself, otherwise we could have intercepted it, there's something wrong with that spear,' thought Dong Chen, hidden greed appearing in his eyes.

Of course, Dong Chen did not display that greed to his 'comrades', as he had to maintain the facade of a fair and just leader.

By this time, the group of cultivators had already formed a circle and surrounded Dai Jie, who was standing in the middle.

If Dai Jie had been a Qi Refining cultivator, this surrounding would prove meaningless, as he could just fly away, but since he was merely at the Soul Control realm, this proved rather valuable.

Using cowards and sneaky attacks, trying to not let Dai Jie get in even a single spear strike, the cultivators slowly but surely whittled Dai Jie down, making him become weaker and weaker.

After a few hours of this, Dai Jie had become filled with wounds, and nearly powerless.

As such, an opportune cultivator was able to take advantage of him.

"Quick, go after him, I took his weapon!!" shouted the cultivator after ripping the spear away from Dai Jie.

Interestingly, though, not a single one of the cultivators focused on the nearly dead Dai Jie, as all of their eyes landed only on the spear in the hands of the cultivator.

It was unknown who launched the first attack, but over the next several days, a brutal battle ensued over the spear.

Fearing that someone would reveal its existence, if any cultivator tried to flee the battlefield, he would be ganged up onto by the other cultivators.

As such, not a single one of the cultivators managed to survive to the third day of the battle, except for a certain three.

By now, Dai Jie had died as well.

...

Looking at the brawny middle-aged man who was holding a spear in his hands, a faint frown appeared on the faces of the two other's cultivators.

At first, the middle-aged man had wanted to attack them and use the spear to his advantage, but halfway through, he suddenly stopped.

Staring at the middle-aged man, who began looking more and more like that Dai Jie, sweat began falling on the faces of the two cultivators.