Strictly speaking, it had been only a little over eight hundred years since Luo Fu shattered the void and ascended to the upper realm.
It was just that, according to legend, she had only ascended when her lifespan was nearly exhausted.
A Martial Saint's lifespan was two thousand years, and with another eight hundred years added on, that made two thousand eight hundred—plus old wounds that had yet to heal... looking a little old was perfectly normal.
"The information... seems a little uneven?" a Martial God muttered softly.
As the myriad forms of living beings appeared one after another, True Venerable Qu sent out his divine sense. "Fellow Martial Cultivators, hold fast to your hearts. This storm is not yet over."
The World Joy that had appeared now only represented the preliminary success of the fusion between the two worlds.
The further fusion after this would be grinding work. It was only that the overall situation had now been settled, so the world had reacted this way.
Qu Jianlei's reminder had not been wrong either. The turbulence in this world would continue for nearly a hundred... perhaps even several hundred years.
So if they had enjoyed the benefits, then they had enjoyed them, but the abnormal conditions would still last for a very long time.
But Red Moon seemed to have been pushed past his breaking point, even to the point of abandoning all restraint. Facing the entire world, he issued his question.
"I only want to ask one thing. Martial God Luo Fu... how did you earn such favor? Why could we not obtain it no matter how we sought it?"
He, too, had once tried helping Cultivators expand a world, even fuse with it.
Why was it that when both of them were old and declining, she had