Time flowed on.
Time flowed like water; a hundred years passed.
Then another hundred years passed.
Then another hundred years passed.
All things beneath heaven and earth, all living beings in the universe changed with time. Humans passed through Birth, Old Age, Sickness, and Death; cultivators advanced. Golden Core Cultivators achieved success and then died, while Nascent Soul Cultivators had reincarnated through several generations.
Before anyone realized it, eight hundred years had already passed.
Over those eight hundred years, the Immortal Sect had not changed much. Generation after generation of Immortal Sect Cultivators were born, grew up, received their education, then entered the Jiao Ming Domain through the Realm Passage to reinforce and rotate the Immortal Sect Expeditionary Force stationed there.
Many Immortal Sect Cultivators had also died far from home, leaving behind only empty graves of clothes and caps to be returned to the Immortal Sect, giving their families something to remember them by.
Most of the rotated cultivators were Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Cultivators. Having reached the twilight of their lifespans, they returned to their homeland to look upon everything there once more, bringing back the ashes of comrades who had died in battle.
As they emerged from the Teleportation Array, more than two hundred thousand Immortal Sect support fleet personnel also arrived, descending into the Super Teleportation Array. They were fully equipped and at full strength, their morale soaring. Their youthful faces brimmed with the desire to win merit and make their names.
"Youth is wonderful..."
An elderly Golden Core Cultivator with his left arm severed and half his body stiff and uncoordinated walked out of the Teleportation Array with his comrades. His hair was gray-white, and there was no weariness of war in his eyes. He merely sighed softly. "I stepped onto the battlefield