Time flowed, and dynasties changed.
In the blink of an eye, a thousand years had passed.
During this time, the fat Daoist known as the Yuan Heavenly Master attained the Dao and became the Origin Emperor. He subsequently founded the lineage of Yuan Heavenly Masters.
Yet none of this had anything to do with Feng Xing Tian. For a thousand years, he had lived through every dynasty, seeking the mysteries of life and death within them and comprehending the true meaning of the boundless Red Dust. With his great wisdom and exceptional comprehension, traces of Red Dust Immortal essence steadily accumulated within Feng Xing Tian's body.
And yet, he was still only a minor cultivator of the Wheel and Sea Realm.
Countless others at the same realm as him had been unable to break through and had perished.
Even many powerful cultivators and geniuses who fell because they lacked the strength to advance any further became the subject of widespread discussion throughout the world.
Time was the most merciless blade in the world, forever suspended above the nine heavens.
It was cold and indifferent toward all things, treating every living being equally, without the slightest bias.
No matter how peerless your talent or unparalleled your grace, if you did not attain the Dao, it would all be in vain. Even the lofty ultimate Heavenly Venerables could only end up as piles of dry bones if they failed to become immortals.
The years were like blades, cutting down geniuses; on the road to immortality, even the most enchanting could only sigh.
Those words captured the true meaning of a great era, leaving one with nothing but sighs. What a pity, what a lament, what a tragedy.
Everything was merely the opening of a tale written in blood and bones, a