The people of the world did not know how many years Son of Heaven Jiyan would be suppressed, and neither did the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance, but they would not let such a fine opportunity pass. They began a sweeping campaign to wipe out the Son of Heaven's forces.
The force the Son of Heaven had worked so painstakingly to build was utterly shattered within a short three hundred years. Besides the pressure from the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance, internal strife also broke out among them, hastening their demise.
The calamity brought by Son of Heaven Jiyan thus dispersed, and peace returned to the Heavenly Spirit Great World. Because they could do nothing to the suppressed Son of Heaven Jiyan, the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance could only focus on nurturing disciples. Over the next several hundred years, they accepted countless geniuses from the mortal realm, and more and more proud sons of heaven sprang into the world.
In the blink of an eye.
Son of Heaven Jiyan had already been suppressed for four hundred and eighty-seven years, and the day he broke free was drawing ever closer.
Over these years, every day had felt like a year to him. The closer he came to the five-hundred-year mark, the more terrified he became. He feared that Grandmaster Wushi would go back on his word.
After all, he did not understand Grandmaster Wushi. Before Grandmaster Wushi had made his move, he had not even been able to confirm that the other party was truly Grandmaster Wushi.
"Why five hundred years?"
Only this one thought remained in Son of Heaven Jiyan's mind.
Five hundred years was insignificant to the great momentum of the world. To him, it would not have too great an impact either. Even if his forces were destroyed, at worst