Time had always been something difficult to describe.
Its nature lay somewhere between movement and stillness.
Take the present, for example.
For Lu Yuan, he had traveled through the Myriad Heavens from several hundred thousand years ago for nearly three years. After all, while the more than fifteen hundred Heavenly Devil Emperors had launched their attacks at the same time, their progress in conquering worlds had differed. Against weaker opponents—for instance, worlds guarded by only two or three Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereigns—a single assault was often enough to take them down. But against the Sky Luo Continent, guarded by the Heavenly Emperor, even if the Nine Corpse Heavenly Devil Emperor personally acted and brought the corresponding number of men, it would still be difficult to seize the Heavenly Palace in a short time. After all, one Heavenly Sovereign and a group of Heavenly Sovereigns were entirely different concepts. In a two-against-one fight, ten Heavenly Sovereigns could easily defeat five Heavenly Sovereigns. But in a group battle, ten Heavenly Sovereigns might even be crushed by a counterattack, because coordination was what mattered most in a large-scale battle. Therefore, with the war advancing at varying speeds and the Neutral Faction moving in to fill the gaps, even though Lu Yuan had been laying Red Dust Threads along the second line, it had still taken him more than half a year.
Adding the more than half a year he had spent gathering the Primal Supreme Dharmakaya, the time spent collecting other resources to cultivate the Primal Chaos World Body, contacting various intelligence organizations, and traveling back and forth through the Myriad Heavens—
Two years was more than enough.
More precisely, it had been two and a half years.
Less than three years.
However, this required an additional mention.
The families of the Myriad