Over the next fifty thousand years, the Heavenly Realm made frequent moves. The living beings of the Primordial World all sensed that something was wrong, and many seized this final opportunity to relocate their entire clans to the Heavenly Realm. Quite a few human cultivators also ascended and joined the Holy Mother's Northern Xuan Tian Domain.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Realm's Innate Spiritual Qi grew ever richer, drifting like morning mist across the Jade Palace and driving the cultivation of its inhabitants forward by leaps and bounds.
In contrast, the Primordial World's spiritual qi seemed to be siphoned away by an invisible hand. Its once-surging innate spirit veins gradually withered, and when the ancient beasts in the deep mountains and great marshes opened their eyes, there was an added measure of restlessness in them.
The Witch Clan's plan to merge with humanity was nearing success, but it ultimately failed. Heaven and earth were changing too quickly; there was no time left.
Dijiang looked up at the sky. His heavy sigh eventually turned into an unwilling murmur. "In the end... we were just one step short!"
In the northern lands, Taiyi encountered the Vine Ancestor, who had survived the Dao-Demon Calamity, during his travels.
By now, the Vine Ancestor had completely entered the Ghost Dao. Black qi surged into the sky from his entire body, and he no longer bore any resemblance to his former self, once brimming with the Glimmer of Life.
"Taiyi..." The Vine Ancestor's voice came from within his vine trunk, hoarse and rasping. With every word he spoke, a wisp of black qi leaked from his body. "Why have you come to a place like this?"
"Where I go is none of your business." Taiyi's gaze fell upon the Vine Ancestor's withered black vines. "Who would have thought...