Four epochs passed in a rush.
The Prehistoric Universe, once flourishing with countless races vying for glory and the Immortal Dao at its peak, had long since become a scene of devastation.
Even the lofty Earth Immortal Realm could only barely maintain a lingering existence.
More than half of the immortal mountains and cultivation grounds that once stood in abundance had collapsed. Ancient paths lay desolate, and countless inheritances had been severed by time.
Great powers withdrew from the world, old gods fell silent, and even the thunder rolling between heaven and earth seemed tinged with weariness.
Through the flow of endless years, only a settled desolation remained.
Amid this supreme trial, the Prehistoric Universe entered a long and profound era.
Li Fan, Nuwa, and the others had long since left the Prehistoric Universe and returned to Grand Unity Heaven.
Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, Shi Qilin, Taiyi, and Cangli Clan had also fled one after another. There was simply no place for them in the Prehistoric World anymore. This was now the age of acquired mortals.
There were no longer divine abilities capable of shattering stars and splitting the heavens at will, no great powers who could determine Qiankun with a single word, no schemes that could turn clouds and rain with a wave of the hand.
Dynasties rose and fell in the Human Realm. Birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, and sorrow were all written by mortal hearts.
Mountains, rivers, and the Star River remained, but no immortal gods looked down from above, nor did any human emperor suppress the world.
Over the long years, the legends of the ancient gods gradually became myths told by storytellers, remnants on murals, and tales whispered into children's ears.
Some believed them, some doubted them, and some laughed them off.
Only occasionally, several indifferent