Several thousand years were enough to transform mountains and rivers beyond recognition, let alone send the fates of countless heroes lurching amid the tides of providence.
I made a rough check of everything familiar to me. Even where they still existed, the Dao Lineage Universe had changed considerably.
It went without saying that some had reincarnated, while others had already changed hands.
Of course, the friends and relatives to whom I had granted providence should not have suffered any major mishaps. Yet quite a few seemed to have remained completely unchanged—at least, they had not moved in the slightest over several thousand years.
That meant they still existed, but were in a state of slumber, as though the passage of time had left no trace upon them and they had become utterly cut off from the world.
I consulted the previous list of Dao Ghosts. Aside from Yu Su and Jiang Han, all the others had changed owners several times. Though immortal, they had still suffered all kinds of accidents amid the fluctuations of the tides of providence. Clearly, the roster was no longer of much use.
The independent space of the Cosmic Tree had taken on an entirely new appearance. Its roots and stems extended even to every Proving Dao Universe, replacing the former Primordial Universe Space and becoming an existence that surpassed it.
To prevent another incident of the Primordial Universe being torn away and collapsing, my Cosmic Tree's roots and stems were saturated with immense providence. And providence naturally brought immense opportunities.
Like the Primordial Universe Space, time in this plane passed exceedingly quickly. To prevent the infiltration of the three thousand Proving Dao Universes, certain measures of isolation had also been put in place.
In effect, my Cosmic Tree Space had become an entirely new higher-dimensional