To Ye Xiwen, who had spent the past ten years healing and breaking through, it had been no more than the snap of a finger. He had no sense of time; it felt as though a long time had passed, yet also as though it had never passed at all.
But to the outside world, the winds and clouds had surged.
The Abyssal Demon Lord's assault on the Alliance Conference Planet and the grievous losses suffered by all races had already become old news from ten years ago.
Yet the repercussions remained to this day. The various races had originally remained on the sidelines, neither acting against the Devil Race nor, rather, waiting for the Human Race and the Devil Race to wound each other badly so they could reap the benefits.
But the battle on the Alliance Conference Planet ten years ago had directly blasted that ancient planet into pieces, reducing it to fragments drifting through the universe.
Countless people had died or been wounded in that battle. The ancestors of the major independent cultivator factions who perished were too numerous to count, leaving misery everywhere. Not only them—even the King Tier ancestors of the royal clans and Marquis Clans had suffered heavy casualties. One envoy from the Ancient Phoenix World had been severely injured, his cultivation crippled, reverting directly to his original form. He was later taken back to the Ancient Phoenix World, and it was said that he had yet to recover.
The Nine Infant Demon King had also been grievously wounded in that battle. After returning to the Nine Infant Clan, he faced a rebellion that had nearly overturned the entire clan.
Beyond that, every race had suffered substantial losses. The greatest losses naturally belonged to the Human Race, the hidden host. More than five King