Time in the Immortal Falling Great Thousand World flowed slowly onward, never pausing for any reason.
Before anyone knew it, a hundred years had passed.
For Dao Children, this was an exceedingly brief stretch of their lives. They only needed to cultivate for a while, contemplate the Myriad Laws Primeval Ancient Talisman for a while, and handle a few research matters, and the time was gone.
But for most Foundation Establishment Cultivators,
an entire lifetime had passed.
Years of hardships and perils, countless lonely nights, countless heart-stirring moments, countless brushes with death, countless mundane days, countless glorious and resplendent moments, countless debts of gratitude and hatred... they had experienced them all, one by one.
This earliest stretch of life was enough to influence a cultivator's entire lifetime, impossible to forget even after many years.
Qi Refinement No. 1 Great Dream Sword Realm.
This Great Dream Sword Realm, the first one established by the Great Sun Sword Son, had gradually grown desolate over the years. At its peak, ten thousand Qi Refinement geniuses had filled it with voices and noise, while fellow Daoists gave lectures with blazing enthusiasm. Now, it was utterly empty, with not a soul to be seen for a long time.
No one knew how much time passed.
A barbarian man covered in fierce tiger tattoos appeared here. He swept his gaze around, then strode onto the lecture platform with the bearing of one seated upon horse and blade, closing his eyes as he waited.
Compared to a hundred years ago, this Barbarian King of the Eastern Wasteland Mountains had changed far too much.
His bearing was as steady as a mountain, and an aura as deep as an abyss and vast as the sea emanated from him. Black-red Killing Intent swirled around his body. Even among Golden