Years. "Forget it..."
With a soft sigh, Chu Mu did not waste any effort.
With a turn of thought, he extricated himself from the Illusory Realm of Grand Void.
As though space and time had interwoven, in the next instant, he returned to the vast wilderness of the Spirit Realm.
Compared with the past, this Dead Silent Wilderness now held somewhat less of a bloody stench.
The reason for this was clearly not that the turmoil of the Barbarian Race invasion had subsided.
In an instant, his Divine Sense swept across hundreds of thousands of miles.
Within the perceptible range of this wilderness, Human Race cultivators had already become few and far between.
The living beings active in this wilderness were now mostly members of the Barbarian Race, along with a small number of other Foreign Races.
"Time-wise... it should be about right."
Chu Mu raised his head to look at the sky. At this moment, although the Illusory Realm of Grand Void still existed within his perception, it existed only because of the anchoring connection between himself and the Stars All Over the Sky, which in turn shared deep-rooted ties with the Illusory Realm of Grand Void.
Thus, even though the Illusory Realm of Grand Void had already concealed itself, he could still enter and leave it at any time.
But in the normal world, with the disappearance of the Illusory Realm of Grand Void, other cultivators would clearly find it difficult to glimpse its existence.
This also meant that the descent of the Illusory Realm of Grand Void had come to an end.
The cultivators from the Myriad Realms who had once surged here for the tremendous opportunity of the Illusory Realm of Grand Void—so long as they had survived—would certainly have already returned.
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