Time passed like a white steed glimpsed through a crack, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
In the vast and boundless world of cultivation, a single year was but a drop in the ocean, hardly worth mentioning.
For cultivators who would enter seclusion and cultivate bitterly for centuries, millennia, or even possessed lifespans stretching several thousand years—
These mere three hundred-odd days were no more than the flick of a finger, incapable of stirring even the faintest ripple in the long river of cultivation.
Yet who could have expected that during this seemingly insignificant span of time, storms would rise across the cultivation world.
One earthshaking event after another took place, completely shattering the surface tranquility of the past.
With the death of the old emperor of the Sun Devouring Dynasty, the final pillar maintaining the dynasty's stability came crashing down.
For a time, every force within the Sun Devouring Dynasty brimmed with ambition, like starving wolves lying in wait that had caught the scent of blood.
They bared their fangs and claws one after another, beginning a frenzied struggle for power and territory.
The Sun Devouring Dynasty, which had once unified this cultivation world, hastened its own fragmentation amid this fierce conflict.
The situation became ever more chaotic. War raged everywhere, the people were displaced from their homes, and cries of misery filled the land.
At the same time, the Ten Great Sects of the cultivation world also began stirring in the shadows.
Some watched with cold eyes, intending to reap the benefits from the dynasty's turmoil.
Others secretly supported various factions, seeking to use this opportunity to expand their own spheres of influence and overturn the existing order of the cultivation world.
The various forces openly and covertly fought one another, making the situation ever more tangled