Time flew by.
In the Wujian Universe, atop a towering mountain wreathed in clouds on a vast, boundless continent, a man in crimson robes sat quietly in meditation like an eternal, unweathered statue.
"Nine hundred million epochs have passed." The man opened his eyes. They were deep and tranquil, filled with chaos, yet seemingly as vast and boundless as the universe itself.
He had already sensed the summons of the Spirit of the Road Guide. The time had come.
"Nine hundred million epochs... It feels like I hadn't comprehended much before all that time passed."
Wang Yi sighed and rose to his feet.
"There has been quite a lot of commotion outside over these years as well." Although Wang Yi had not paid much attention to the outside world during this period, he had occasionally heard some news. He knew that the battle between the cultivators of the Origin Continent and the natives had reached an extremely brutal stage. The number of fallen Chaos Masters had become horrifying.
Those with Clones had been wiped out together with their true bodies.
Even Chaos Ultimate Realm experts had died.
"For Tianhuang Mountain, those factions have truly gone mad. The natives have been forced to risk their lives as well." Wang Yi sighed.
"Junior Brother." His senior brother sent another message. "Tianhuang Mountain is about to appear. We are heading there now. Are you coming with us?"
"No, Senior Brother. I plan to go alone." Wang Yi declined.
"Very well. Be careful." Master Cangli understood as well and did not press the invitation.
Wang Yi left the Wujian Universe and teleported several times before finally arriving in a vast, empty Chaos Void.
His figure shifted, transforming into an ordinary-looking man in a cyan robe. Even his aura became cold and sinister.
Then, following