He continued walking, continuing onward.
At this time, the period of the Great Biological Explosion—the era when all things originated after Heaven and Earth First Opened—had already reached its end.
All the tribes were slaughtering one another. Countless races and tribes of different origins had seized territories for themselves. It was an extremely chaotic World of Warfare, drenched in blood.
The final reckoning of the Food Chain was about to begin.
The mutual elimination of raising poisonous insects, Survival of the Fittest, and the survival of the fittest—these were the Iron Rule of the world's ecological chain.
Ye Wumian walked onward, witnessing countless vicissitudes. Occasionally, he heard the lofty gods of the Creator races planning the world's ecology and perfecting their ideal realm. Even more occasionally, he heard stories of Emperor Chang Jin ruling the world and creating Heaven and Earth for a thousand years.
From time to time, he saw a curtain of red maple leaves carrying a message from Ye Tian'ai. Whenever this happened, Ye Wumian would pick up his brush and share with the person he loved the many moving stories he had witnessed along the way.
He walked for another three hundred years. The main melody of the land remained war and death.
In his letters, he once wrote:
"The great war has spread to every corner of the world. The world is settling all accounts."
"I walked across the endless glaciers of the Land of Zhongbei again. Those glaciers had turned blood-red. Within the crystalline, glasslike ice beneath the sunlight were frozen corpses one after another. I know why they fought: because they hoped to secure a place for themselves in this world."
"I walked across the Sea of Golden Pine Needles in the Southern Forest again. The sea of trees had already been replaced