Thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.
For mortals, that meant several cycles of reincarnation, enough time for seas to become fields.
But for those in the Da Luo True Realm, it was no more than a brief nap.
Yet for the thirty-odd Fusion Dao Realm experts of the Abyssal Sea Divine Hub being hunted down, those thousands of years felt longer and more agonizing than countless epochs of cultivation.
They were exhausted in body and mind. Amid the relentless pursuit and flight, the injuries to their Great Dao Origins had not healed at all. Instead, they had grown increasingly severe.
Several times, they had nearly been suppressed for good.
Driven to despair, they finally stopped fighting alone and, without prior agreement, contacted Jiemie and the other four Unity Realm experts.
Then streaks of light, each in a wretched state, tore through Chaos. From every corner of the Hongmeng Universe, they fled in panic toward five different destinations.
Those were the Daoist grounds of the five Unity Realm experts: Jiemie, Kongxuan, Wuwang, Xu Yuan, and Blood Butcher.
The Abyssal Sea Divine Hub, Jiemie's Daoist Grounds.
Inside a palace carved entirely from ten-thousand-year profound ice, True Lord Jiemie sat cross-legged.
The aura of the Jiemie Great Dao circulated around him, slowly merging with the cultivation insights bestowed by the True Saint.
His brow alternately tightened and relaxed.
The realm of a True Saint was unfathomable indeed.
Even a set of insights from a failed attempt had made him feel that his long-stagnant cultivation might advance once more.
He had a premonition that, given enough time to fully digest these insights, he would surely break through his bottleneck and take another step along the path of the Unity Realm!
Just as he was about to grasp a