A month later.
Li Yun, who had traveled some distance farther along the Abyssal Ancient Dao, stopped, his brows tightly furrowed.
"How strange..."
"There was clearly nothing here. The Supreme Immortal Gate had shown no reaction either—there was no essence to absorb, and my strength had completely stagnated without advancing an inch..."
"So how did those hundred Black Gold Divine Seats increase?"
"Could it have something to do with that moment when I got muddled?"
He had originally thought he had discovered another bright spot—that he could travel along the Abyssal Ancient Dao while automatically absorbing essence to increase his strength. Yet after a month of trying, Li Yun was disappointed.
Things were completely different from what he had imagined.
Not only were there no other living beings on the Abyssal Ancient Dao, there was not even any essence for the Supreme Immortal Gate to absorb. It was like a true void.
He could not gain the slightest benefit.
That left Li Yun rather unhappy.
After thinking it over.
He decided to go back and ask Gu Zhanshan and the other man, or even Yuan Kun, Wu Ta, and the rest.
Well.
It was worth mentioning that although Li Yun had muddleheadedly lost eight hundred years the moment his mind went blank, as though eight hundred years of his life had vanished for no reason, those eight hundred years had truly existed within the Myriad Gods Realm.
Over those eight hundred years, not only had the Myriad Gods Realm produced another large batch of Dominator-level beings.
The Thoughts of All Beings had also grown more abundant.
Even Yuan Kun and Wu Ta, the two Saint Gold Divine Lords, along with the eight Black Gold Divine Lords guarding the entrance to the Abyssal Ancient Dao, had been completely assimilated by the