By all accounts, this era had only lasted a little over a thousand years. It was still far from two thousand years—yet it was already ending?
All supernatural beings found it unbelievable, but that was the reality. The Supernatural Realm had trembled several times in a single day, and even experienced elders had changed color.
Some True Immortals, Heavenly Grade, Super Peerless beings, and others had lived through the transition period of the Supernatural Center in the previous era. They were no strangers to such omens. Was the new era actually coming to an end?
Even anomalous beings were frowning. Some of them had survived several eras. Every time the Mythological Great Universe changed, they had to stake their lives to cross over. Naturally, they were even more sensitive to such matters.
"In the past, even eras lasting around five thousand years were exceedingly rare. Yet now, it has not even been two thousand years, and we are already reaching the end?"
Many creatures in the Supernatural Realm were terrified. They could not forget the horror of era transitions, when blood and chaos were everywhere and those past events remained vivid before their eyes.
Some people's wounds had yet to heal. They often resurfaced before their eyes at midnight. And now, another wave of misery was coming?
"Never in history has there been such a fleeting era. Has something gone wrong with the Supernatural Center?" Many were fearful, gripped by intense unease.
Fortunately, after several violent tremors that day, the Supernatural Realm returned to calm.
Many people let out a long breath, hoping it had merely been an accident with some other cause. They truly did not want to undergo another Mythological Upheaval so soon, or another terrifying great migration.
"The True Saints have been gone for 187 years. Since