The Three Realms immortal cultivation world was blessed with magnificent mountains and rivers. Hundreds of millions of cultivators sensed nothing unusual and continued to fight desperately for their fortunes and opportunities in the vast ocean of the Cultivation World.
Most Mahayana cultivators still had no clear idea what had caused the sudden disturbance in the world dozens of years ago.
Yet some among the Mahayana cultivators had sensed it and recalled an ancient war that had once swept across the Three Realms. Before that war, the world had also displayed strange signs.
However, the fact that no upheaval had occurred for decades caused the hearts of the Mahayana cultivators, which had been suspended high in their chests, to settle once more.
The Cultivation World remained prosperous. The great cities and various Marketplaces were packed with people, with cultivators coming and going, making them seem incomparably lively.
To the countless low-level cultivators, what they could see were only matters directly connected to themselves. Fighting for dominance, robbing, and plundering still unfolded in countless places.
The entire Three Realms immortal cultivation world had always been like this throughout the ages. This was daily life—the survival of the fittest, with the strong surviving.
Before a world-ending calamity, the only thing low-level cultivators could do was submit to fate and leave life and death to Heaven. After all, ninety-nine percent of cultivators were utterly incapable of resisting such a disaster.
As the most outstanding Mahayana cultivators in the Three Realms, they had no choice but to step forward and face the disaster head-on.
Some would submit to survive, bowing before the great disaster, while others would rise up in resistance, willing to cast down their heads and spill their blood in a battle to the death.
Whenever a great disaster descended upon the world,