For Wang Ping, this advancement had been nothing more than several hundred years of sitting in meditation, but for most people in this world, it had been an era.
From the day countless living beings were born, they had been governed by the advancement ritual Wang Ping had planned until they grew old and died. Their sons and grandsons had been the same.
Millions of qi practitioners had been running about for Wang Ping's advancement from the moment they gathered qi. They had never stopped, even when their qi seas ran dry and their lifespans came to an end. Only after their successors had struggled through several generations did they finally earn the right to worship at the foot of Taiyan Mountain.
Even the Great An Dynasty, now unrivaled across the lands of Central Province, had only been able to rise because of Wang Ping's advancement!
Many people did not understand who they had truly died or fought for until the moment of their deaths. Perhaps that was fortunate; perhaps it was unfortunate.
The war now spreading across the entire planet was much the same. They believed they were satisfying their own thirst for power, never knowing that a great hand had controlled their entire lives.
There had even been many Third Realm cultivators and Fourth Realm cultivators who had spent centuries rushing about for this. Some had fallen because of it, while others had advanced because of it.
When Wang Ping's aura spread throughout Central Continent Star, countless believers raised their heads in confusion. They seemed to sense an immortal's gaze, yet bound by their own limitations, they could see nothing at all.
Among the few who could see and sense it, some rejoiced while others were filled with sorrow. Yet none dared harbor jealousy—for instance, Kai Yun, who