In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
Now.
Looking again at the Immortal Realm Continent near Li Yun's Supreme Immortal Gate, it was clearly far more desolate than it had been a century ago.
Not only had immortal cities rapidly decayed and collapsed one after another.
Mountain after mountain had lost their original spirituality and luster. The earth had dried up and cracked, as though it had turned into patches of mortal soil.
This was the consequence of losing providence and Immortal Substance.
Without providence and Immortal Substance, the Immortal Realm Continent was in truth no different from a lowly Yellow Grade World.
If this continued, it could only collapse.
And naturally, all that providence and Immortal Substance had fallen upon Li Yun alone.
Looking at him now.
He was simply terrifying.
At some point, his one hundred and eight Fate Palaces had become three hundred and sixty-five. Within every Fate Palace stood a Fate Number Divine Lord, each one a hundred zhang tall.
The three hundred and sixty-five Fate Number Divine Lords simultaneously radiated nine-colored brilliance.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, gold, and silver!
Streams of light coiled and connected between the three hundred and sixty-five Fate Number Divine Lords like Fate Rivers. Surging power of fate flowed through them, churning without end.
It was far more than merely powerful!
This was clearly a nine-colored fate pattern, and every Fate Palace was equivalent to a top-tier nine-colored fate pattern.
Three hundred and sixty-five top-tier nine-colored fate patterns were tightly linked together as one whole, as though they had forged a terrifying fate pattern surpassing even the nine colors. It was simply inconceivable.
And that was not even the crucial part.
The Three Thousand Great Daos borne within the Fate Palaces were even more