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The pitch-black rift above the sky continued to spread.

Nearly a quarter of Chenping Continent had now fallen completely into the "Eternal Night."

Three hundred years had passed since the Chaos of Immortals ended.

Across Chenping Continent's vast lands, stretching tens of millions of miles in every direction, a third of the hundreds of thousands of Mortal Dynasties that had once existed were gone.

Nor was that all. Chenping Continent's population had fallen to less than half what it had been three hundred years ago.

Immortal Cultivators and mortals alike had gradually begun to accept that Chenping Continent was heading toward destruction.

Or rather, they had no choice but to accept it.

After all, even Ascension Realm cultivators were powerless in the face of Chenping Continent's end.

Otherwise, Du Cang Mountain would not have been utterly destroyed forty years ago.

Chenping Continent, Eastern Region.

Huang Dynasty, Shengjing.

A secular kingdom bordering Lingxiao Temple, the Huang Dynasty had long enjoyed the temple's "benevolence." Its rule had endured for three thousand years.

Shengjing City still bustled with life.

The so-called end of the world was still far from the Huang Dynasty.

And to this day, neither the Huang Dynasty nor any of its neighboring mortal kingdoms had taken in a single refugee fleeing the "Eternal Night."

The people of the Huang Dynasty did not know the end was coming.

Immortal Cultivators, however, were another matter.

On Vermilion Bird Avenue in Shengjing stood a lavishly decorated four-story teahouse.

Above its entrance hung a black signboard edged in gold, bearing three large characters written with the sweep of a dragon in flight:

Yulai Tower.

It was said that centuries ago, Yulai Tower's patrons had included Shengjing's princes and nobles, scions of illustrious families, and robed immortal masters.

But at some point, the princes,