Ye Xiwen was crazily cultivating in seclusion, striving to break through to the Ninth Stage, but for the outside world, life still had to go on.
In the blink of an eye, several thousand more years hurriedly passed. Many more generations had come and gone among the human race. For a race with such short lifespans, several thousand years were enough to make people forget far, far too much.
The new generation of humans had already forgotten the hardships of claiming the lands of the four provinces. To them, the human race had always been the master of those four provinces. What Dark Clan? What Stone Clan? They were merely minor races under human rule.
Perhaps only those human cultivators who had attained immortality still remembered those matters, though even their memories had grown hazy.
Over these several thousand years, the human race had been overwhelmingly powerful, thoroughly suppressing the lands of the four provinces. Especially after the Pill Emperor joined them, the human race had never lacked high-grade medicinal pills. Combined with the records of the many Great Daos Ye Xiwen had opened up, human experts erupted one after another like a gushing well. Among the surrounding powers, the human race was no longer at the very bottom.
At the foot of Mount Buzhou, a figure in azure robes walked along a small path through the mountain. Though Mount Buzhou was the human race's sacred mountain, it was simply too vast. Not every place had broad roads paved with jade and stone; there were also woodland trails, and once enough people walked them, they gradually became paths.
Even the flowers and grasses along the places he passed seemed exceptionally vivid, as though they had received some extraordinary nourishment.
"In the blink of an eye, several thousand years have passed