The aftermath of the great battle drifted like wisps of smoke through the long years, gradually fading from the memories of all beings.
Above the Nine Heavens Cloud Palace, Li Fan continuously sent down World Light. Bathed in it, the Earth Immortal Realm saw its shattered mountains slowly knit back together and its severed Spirit Veins begin to grow anew.
The ravaged land barely recovered a trace of Glimmer of Life.
Above the Nine Heavens, countless rays of rosy light shone, and everything seemed as usual, as though the battle that had shaken Hunyuan had never happened.
Yet the scars left by that battle ran far deeper than they appeared, and were far more fatal.
The once-crowded Underworld was now empty and desolate. Only the footsteps of countless spirits crossing the Yellow Springs still silently spoke of the battle's savagery.
Deep within Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng gazed upon the world that had barely been reborn. His long sigh pierced through the years.
"For heaven and earth to fully recover will take far, far too long."
As for returning to its former prosperity?
That was an unattainable fantasy.
The golden age of Immortal Qin had long since passed, never to return.
The legacies of the Schools of Thought continued to vanish beneath the erosion of time.
Jixia Academy, beneath the great battle of old, could ultimately only become an ancient legend within the Prehistoric Universe, one no one could verify.
The aura of the End of Dharma was like poison, pervading heaven and earth, eroding the foundations of the Prehistoric Universe day and night. The Earthly Dao tribulation never ceased, while the Heavenly Dao continuously triggered its own restoration.
The calamity had fallen into an endless cycle, and the End of Dharma would never subside.
Throughout the Prehistoric Universe, every cultivator