Xiao Chen smiled.

"Even if there is no harvest, I think it will be almost a foundation building in about a year."

Xiao Lin thought about it and said seriously.

"I have been precipitating in Huajin for many years, and I have accumulated a lot of strength..."

"Indeed, Uncle Qi's half-step innate nature is much more stable than ours."

Sun Wugong nodded.

"We have just taken this half step, and Uncle Qi's half step is infinitely close to the threshold of foundation building."

"How old am I, how old are you."

Xiao Lin smiled bitterly.

"At your age, how dare I think about building a foundation... Oh, at that time, there was no such thing as building a foundation, it was innate, so how could I think that one day I could be innate."

"The innate road is broken, and many heroes and geniuses have fallen here..."

Listening to Xiao Lin's words, Xiao Chen also sighed.

When he was chatting with Xiao Yi, he heard from Lao Xiao that people of the same period either caught the last train and became innate powerhouses.

Or, the dust will return to the dust.

Only those like Xuankong, who are in a big force and have countless resources to prolong their lives, can live to this day.

If you are a casual cultivator, you don’t have this resource. If you are old and not innate, you will die.

"Yes, no matter whether I can build the foundation of the immortals or not, I feel quite satisfied..."

Xiao Lin nodded.

"At least you can build a foundation and become an innate strongman..."

"Haha, Uncle Qi, you have no material desires and no great ambitions."

Xiao Chen looked at Xiao Lin and said with a smile.

"What should I do if I want so much material desires and great ambitions? Just be free."

Xiao Lin chuckled.
Chapter completed!