Time flowed away slowly, like running water.
The people of the world and the affairs of the world operated according to their own inherent laws, unchanged by the absence of any one person.
Citizens passed through Birth, Old Age, Sickness, and Death; citizens fought and slaughtered; citizens advanced and cultivated; citizens went to the Foreign Domain to enlist... Everything continued as usual, generation after generation of citizens living on the Immortal Sect's home planet.
In the blink of an eye, several decades passed.
Huff...
Huff, huff...
The soft snores in the Great Sun slumber space continued, setting countless rays of light in tidal motion.
At a certain moment,
Countless rays of light gathered toward the very center of the sky, accumulating without end, growing brighter and more resplendent, until they finally formed something tangible.
A flying sword.
Three feet long, blue-gold in color, radiating terrifying auras of spellbreaking, destruction, spell prohibition, and aberration.
The flying sword continued to shine. The will within it communicated with all things between Heaven and Earth, its aura constantly changing, and only gradually taking shape after several years.
She had once again regained the splendor of the sun.
This resplendent Great Sun cast beam after beam of light toward the heavens, the earth, and all directions, filling the space between Heaven and Earth, everywhere and in everything.
Gradually, these rays of light became different Sword Intents, giving rise to all manner of strange phenomena.
There was Lightning Sword Intent: twisted bolts of lightning, comprehended to an extremely profound realm and given physical form, containing the aura of destruction and creation;
There was Thick Earth Sword Intent: chunks of earth emerged from the void, remarkably like the legendary Nine Heavens Breathing Soil. Even after being scorched by the Destroying Great Sun and struck again and again