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Su Changye traveled to the world of cultivation for thirteen years and could not even draw Qi into his body. Everyone said that he was a "unparalleled spirit" that had never been seen in ten thousand years, and had no chance of immortality. Until he accidentally touched the mountain-holding treasure. The whole school was furious and beat him into Siguo Cliff. The moment he turned off the light, there was a light-shaped mark in his palm, and a voice calling himself "Green Lantern" appeared in his mind. "I can make you practice." "How to fix it?" "There's no rush. It will take three years to chop firewood, three years to walk, and three years to look at the lights." "... Are you kidding me?" Later, Su Changye learned that the entire cultivation world was running forward desperately, for fear of falling behind even half a step. And his seemingly "horrendously slow" path is what the world lacks most. While the first genius was still taking drugs crazily in order to break through the bottleneck, Su Changye was chopping his 13,600th piece of firewood. While the major sects were bleeding like rivers of blood over a secret realm, Su Changye was studying the thirty-seventh method of refining an elixir. When everyone thought he was a waste, he stepped onto the road that no one had ever walked before. Slowness is not weakness. Slowness is sedimentation. Slowness means stepping into the deepest foundation with every step. This is an "extremely slow" spiritual path, and it is also an invincible path that no one can copy.