A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, a heavy, thunderous rumble came almost simultaneously from three Outer Realm Passages: one amid the boundless clouds of the western Immortal Realm, one above the vast blue waters of the East Sea, and one beneath the unchanging stars.
It was as though gates long sealed had been pushed open once more. Then figures streamed out of the passages, one after another, in numbers that seemed to fill the sky.
The beings of the Primordial Wilderness sensed those familiar, powerful auras returning, and long-absent joy lit their eyes.
They knew what this safe return meant: the Great Thousand Worlds beyond had fallen and would become new territories of the Primordial Wilderness.
Six towering figures soon appeared high above.
The might of the Sages swept across the entire Primordial Wilderness.
In an instant, all living beings bowed their heads, and wind and cloud stood still. Eight rays of Sage Radiance descended from the Nine Heavens. Dao Principles flowed with their thoughts, while heaven and earth resonated and mountains and rivers murmured in answer.
The six Sages had returned victorious.
"Greetings, Sages!"
Countless beings of the Primordial Wilderness, regardless of cultivation or race, bowed respectfully to the six figures above. Their voices rose like crashing waves and echoed on without end.
Behind the six Sages, warriors of every race emerged from the passages.
Smiles shone on their faces, and their eyes still held the pride and exhilaration of their campaigns.
When the Primordial Wilderness invaded a Great Thousand World, it took only the world itself into its territory. All the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and other rare finds went to the races that had fought for them.
For the beings of the Primordial Wilderness, every conquest of a Great