The battle among the three clans ended with all three sides suffering heavy losses. Unexpectedly—and even more shockingly—all three clans had been manipulated by the Supreme Luo Hou and had nearly been wiped out. Even the six Quasi-Supremes had nearly become his puppets.
This battle had completely exhausted the little vitality the Primordial World had managed to recover. Not only had the three clans nearly lost the strength they had accumulated over countless years, but many cultivators lurking around the battlefield, hoping to profit, had also been caught up in the carnage and reduced to ashes.
There were now fewer than three hundred Grand Unity Golden Immortals in the entire Primordial World. The Golden Immortals had also been nearly wiped out by the battle among the three clans, leaving fewer than a hundred thousand. The world was almost as it had been shortly after its creation, and the overall strength of the cultivators had weakened immeasurably.
Having survived two cruel tribulations, the remaining cultivators were still shaken. They dared not seize territory, gather forces, or scheme to control the great trend again. Most stayed in their abodes to cultivate in seclusion or traveled throughout the Primordial World. A long, peaceful era had begun.
On Penglai Island, birds sang among fragrant flowers, mist curled through the air, lush trees glistened with dew, and streams murmured beneath dappled sunlight. Several immortal palaces appeared and vanished in the haze, as if the island were a land of immortals.
Li Yi sat quietly beneath a towering tree that seemed to prop up the heavens. A few fallen leaves drifted through the air, occasionally landing in his long hair.
"So this is the Yin-Yang Ancestor's primordial essence. If I merge it with my comprehension of the sun and moon, I should be able to grasp