The present years stretched on like a grueling eternal night. For three epochs, the lingering echoes of the calamity drifted everywhere between heaven and earth, weighing so heavily that people could scarcely breathe.
The turmoil between heaven and earth had yet to subside, while Calamity Qi churned faintly beneath the surface.
Suddenly, shocking news came from Grand Unity Heaven: the Heavenly Emperor, together with the Goddesses of Creation of All Heavens, intended to hold the third Grand Unity Assembly, inviting mighty experts from all directions of the Primordial Three Realms to gather at the Grand Unity Divine Palace to discuss a matter concerning the great course of heaven and earth.
Rumors flooded the River of Time, with countless theories circulating. Yet there was one shared understanding: the core of this assembly concerned the very foundation of the Prehistoric Universe. As for what exactly it was, it tugged at the hearts of all Grand Unity Experts.
The news swept across the Four Seas Eight Wastelands and reached the Three Pure Ones' grounds. The Three Pure Ones remained as indifferent as ever, allowing it to spread throughout the Three Realms.
Yet the flames of war across human territory had never ceased because of the great course of the Prehistoric Universe.
Over the past three epochs, Xi Qi's army advanced one kilometer a day, crossing mountains and rivers, only to grow old and die on the road. Jiang Ziya was nearly forgetting how to write the phrase "sweeping through all obstacles"...
In the open space beyond the camp, Yang Jian leaned against his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear. He casually glanced at the army inching forward at a turtle's pace, then turned to Nezha, who was idly playing with his Fire-Tipped Spear, and laughed. "This war has dragged on so long it's turned my bones