Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Xing had served as the Protector of Penglai Island for seven hundred years.
Within the cave residence atop Moon Spirit Peak, the dimensional core flickered twice before vanishing, replaced by Zhao Xing’s figure.
“Time truly flies. The chance to inherit the Penglai Divine General's legacy is approaching,” Zhao Xing said with some anticipation. “For more than seven hundred years, I have diligently practiced the Earth Treasury Method. Now is the time to test its results.”
Being the Protector was indeed quite easy.
He barely needed to devote much thought to his duties and had ample time for personal cultivation.
Naturally, Zhao Xing made vast progress in the Earth Treasury Method.
“Don’t get too happy too soon. This opportunity might not even be triggered,” Bo Wei’s voice echoed in his mind.
“Hm? What do you mean, Elder?” Zhao Xing asked, somewhat puzzled.
“Have you not carefully read the ‘Theory of Time and Space’ I gave you?” Bo Wei reminded him. “Your understanding of the Great Dao of Time and History remains quite shallow. You must study that book more in the future.”
“Yes, Elder. I will definitely put in more effort. But what exactly do you mean, that the event might not trigger?”