At this moment, Ren Feifan certainly didn't know that the Pilgrimage Spring was gradually revealing itself.
He seemed to enter a certain miraculous state.
Everything was under his control.
In his mind, or perhaps in front of his eyes, images flashed one after another.
The wind howled, scenes changed, the myriad of worldly affairs, continually cycling.
Ren Feifan stood in place, until a full five days later did he abruptly open his eyes.
"The vicissitudes of life, just like this, going against the heavens, so what, the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, who says they must be severed, I will integrate them!"
Upon opening his eyes, Ren Feifan's gaze appeared incomparably weathered.
At this moment, his gaze seemed more timeworn than an elder's, he had completely immersed and endured in this mirage for a full five days, having no idea how much he experienced.
What he experienced in these five days might be more than what ordinary people undergo in a lifetime.
