After that, he only woke up for one day every three years, then went back to sleep, in an endless cycle of reincarnation. But because of this, he was mistaken by all kinds of immortals and deities as a great master who had found the way. By a lucky meeting, he started on the path of cultivation, working hard to find a way to break the Mayfly Curse. Every time he woke up, it felt like a very long time had passed. The autumn wind blew, and old friends faded away.