Time flowed, and in the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
The border starfield once ravaged by two supreme beings had, under the universe's own Heavenly Way and the deliberate or inadvertent guidance of the True Lords, seen most of its shattered spatial rifts heal and its raging torrents of chaotic rules gradually settle.
Yet that bone-deep chill still lingered stubbornly, recounting the savagery of that battle.
Deep within Jupiter orbit.
Inside a Wood Spirit World formed from pure Wood Spirit energy.
The Jianmu phantom seemed to hold up the starry sky, its branches and leaves spanning time from ancient to present. Every gentle sway set the Wood Spirit rules of the surrounding starry sky pulsing in response.
Wang Ping floated silently before the Jianmu phantom, his eyes closed and his expression tranquil. His aura had become one with the entire Wood Spirit World. A hundred years had left no trace upon him; instead, they had drawn him into an even closer bond with this Heaven and Earth.
Yulian's small body coiled around his shoulder, her eyes likewise shut in slumber. The jade-hued scales over her body rose and fell faintly with her breaths, perfectly blending with Wang Ping's aura. Before them, the map of the Divine Kingdom that had been ruined a century ago was now mostly restored, radiating dense spiritual energy.
Fresh vines wound around the surface of the fortress artifact hanging within the Jianmu phantom. The flowing light formed by Star Sea's consciousness moved steadily through the Wood Spirit World. A century of nurturing had stripped this creation of war of its baleful air, making it truly resemble a fruit born of the Wood Spirit World.
All of a sudden, the slowly circulating spiritual energy in this independent world hidden beneath the stars quickened