Heavenly Monarch Qingluo was now like a terminally ill old man on the brink of death.
The Sages serving beneath him were his children and grandchildren.
Although Heavenly Monarch Qingluo had yet to breathe his last, the True Purity Realm cultivators of the Qingluo Three Thousand Continents had already turned all their attention away from this dying old man, their minds occupied by a single concern.
How, exactly, should they fight over the inheritance after the Heavenly Monarch died?
The Qingluo Three Thousand Continents already existed in name only. The space-time faults had spiraled completely out of control years ago.
Even the "Mysterious Woman," the weapon under the Heavenly Monarch's command used to maintain order across the realms, had fallen into unknown hands.
But no one cared.
In the eyes of the Sages of the Three Thousand Continents, nothing mattered more than heaven and earth authority.
As for the Great Dao Boundary Stele?
What did it matter if it was overrun and ground into oblivion?
What did the Qingluo Three Thousand Continents have to do with them, anyway?
When the tree fell, the monkeys scattered.
Linking the heavenly secrets of the Three Thousand Continents and suppressing them through the Great Dao Boundary Stele had, in itself, been Heavenly Monarch Qingluo's act of defiance against heaven.
The many Sages had submitted to the Heavenly Monarch for only two reasons.
First, they could not defeat him.
Second, if they wanted to obtain heaven and earth authority and become flawless True Purity Realm cultivators, they could only obtain it from Heavenly Monarch Qingluo, who ruled the Three Thousand Realms.
Everyone was swept forward by the tide of events, Chen Yan included.
Precisely for that reason, whether it was the Lord of Desolate Ridge, the Heaven-Stabilizing Sage, or Pu Wenyu, almost every True Purity