Eastern Ancient Turmoil

The plan to collect the Death Realm Flag ended in temporary failure.

Qin Heng and the others rested and played around for a few hours, then threw themselves back into cultivation and adventure.

At this point, they still had 11 light-years to travel before reaching the Eastern Huaiyue Sky Pillar.

Covering one light-year in three years was already extremely fast. It was the result of repeated Heaven Severing Art teleports.

Having entered the Star Lord Third Order, Qin Heng's maximum Heaven Severing Art teleportation distance had surged to ten million kilometers. That was only three or four teleports from Earth to Mars, taking just over ten seconds.

If they maintained this pace, they would reach their destination in a little over thirty years.

And by then, his son Qin Yi, far away on Earth, would be about the same age Qin Heng had been when he left Earth.

Thinking of how one departure from home would last so long, Qin Heng could not help feeling somewhat melancholy. He always felt he had let his family down.

But he understood that cultivation and companionship required a choice between them.

So whenever such thoughts arose, he cast aside the distractions and continued down the road of battle and progress.

Day by day, month by month, time flew by.

Before they knew it, another five years had passed.

Over those five years, the life-and-death battle among Eastern Ancient City's geniuses had gone through several rises and falls.

At its liveliest, more than five hundred people worthy of being called geniuses had joined.

But as they fought each other more often and gained a clear understanding of one another, the excitement plummeted. It gradually became a loose, idle little organization.

By the end, it was close to disbanding.

In those same-realm battles of the