A Hundred Years Later

A hundred years.

In the mortal world, a hundred years was enough for the dynasties ruling the same land to rise and fall several times, and for generations of people to be born, live, and die.

A hundred years was also enough for a cultivator of exceptional talent to cross from the Lower Three Realms into the Upper Three Realms.

But to Ascension Realm cultivators, whose lifespans could be considered infinite and who would only gradually cease to exist as their Dao Rhyme wore away, a mere hundred years was no more than the snap of a finger.

A great deal had happened in Chenping Continent over the past hundred years.

The pitch-black fissure above Du Cang Mountain had grown ever larger, until even mortals living a hundred thousand li away could look up and see it.

To this day, neither Du Cang Mountain nor any of the Ascension Realm leaders currently in Chenping Continent had been able to offer a reasonable explanation for the pitch-black fissure tearing across the sky.

It was inevitable that this would cause a certain degree of panic in Chenping Continent's cultivation world.

And that panic would also give rise to the "Outer Dao" and "heretics."

However, with Du Cang Mountain and the Five Great Sects keeping them in check, those so-called "Outer Dao" groups couldn't stir up much trouble. They could only hide in various places, deep in the mountains where cultivation resources were desperately scarce.

After a hundred years of rebuilding and recovery, Mirage Palace now had more than a dozen Upper Three Realms cultivators to guard it.

But these young Supreme Elders of Mirage Palace, with their shallow experience, excelled only in cultivation talent. Compared with the old foxes of the other Four Great Sects, they were far inferior in political maneuvering