The human race had no way out, and neither did Ye Xiwen. This was a battle they had to win. There was no other path, nor was there any possibility of muddling through by bowing their heads and bending their backs.
Only a bloody battle could carve out a path of survival!
After instructing everyone, Ye Xiwen entered seclusion. Time was already running short for him.
He seemed to have caught the scent of the great calamity right before his eyes. Yet this was merely the beginning; even more brutal circumstances would arise later.
Compared to the present, they would be a hundred times, a thousand times more horrific—far beyond this.
Only then would it truly be a great calamity of heaven and earth. Under such circumstances, without the Celestial Venerable Realm, one would not even dare claim to be able to protect oneself. Even Emperors would count for nothing.
He had to cultivate to the Celestial Venerable Realm before then. Once he reached that realm, no matter how unfathomable Godfire Celestial Venerable's methods were, it would be difficult for him to do anything to Ye Xiwen.
After all, the difference between crossing that threshold and failing to cross it was enormous.
Although Ye Xiwen had entered seclusion, the conflicts outside not only showed no sign of stopping; on the contrary, as time passed, all manner of disputes and battles only grew more numerous.
After their initial probing, they began launching large-scale offensives.
Major sects that no longer had a leader presiding over them became prime targets. Those who sensed trouble and swiftly pulled back fared better. After surrendering more than half their territory, the pursuing forces did not exterminate them completely, instead leaving them a path to survival. Though they lost much land, they ultimately preserved their fundamental foundations