Time slipped by like a white colt flashing past a crack.
In the blink of an eye, several months passed quietly just like that.
The great war between the Human Race and the Foreign Races did not gradually subside with the passage of time. Instead, it grew fiercer and fiercer.
It had even already spread from the Heavenly Abyss to the Sky Curtain, and then to ordinary Star Realms.
The Hundred Clans of the Heavens seemed to have seen the Human Race's fatigue, and they joined hands to begin an all-out invasion.
From the Star Realms, the Sky Curtain, and the Heavenly Abyss, they advanced on multiple fronts, intending to suppress the Human Race from every direction, and even seize this chance to fight their way into the Human Race's main base.
For a time, the war was fierce, and Killing Intent soared to the heavens.
The entire Human Race was affected. The 108 Universe Countries, as well as many hidden powers, were all mobilized one after another by the Immortal Martial Hall.
Vast numbers of people were conscripted into the major Star Realms, and even the Sky Curtain and the Heavenly Abyss, to resist the Foreign Race invasion.
The flames of war stretched on and on, and the entire race, from top to bottom, was of one heart.
But they could not withstand the Foreign Races' ferocity. Every day, the casualties were grievous.
Across countless Star Realms, rivers of blood flowed, and corpses piled up like mountains.
In the Virtual World, every day was filled with news about the battles in the many Star Realms.
On this day, inside East Source Blessed Land.
Within the traveling palace, Lu Chuan was sitting cross-legged on a meditation cushion, meditating in seclusion as he comprehended his own Dao of Epochs.
Suddenly, his