The ruined Longevity Realm, where a streak of immortal light blossomed out of thin air. Three figures then stepped out from it.
Feeling the incomparably thin spiritual energy of heaven and earth, saturated with the aura of the Specter Realm, Shen Mo could not help feeling emotional. Who could have expected that, during his imprisonment, more than eight hundred years had already passed in real time?
Originally, his mind had been anchored to the Destiny Panel, allowing him to roughly sense the flow of time outside based on the speed at which the panel returned information.
Later, in order to avoid being slain by the terrifying power permeating the spacetime occupied by the Immortal Feather Supreme Sect, he had voluntarily entered a state of annihilation and completely lost all sense of the passage of time outside.
Fortunately, eight hundred years was neither too short nor too long, and Shen Mo could still accept it. If eight thousand or eighty thousand years had passed in real time, he feared that, upon returning to Five Dragon Mountain, he would not see many familiar faces... Without attaining immortality, even great cultivators of the Formless Realm possessed only nine thousand years of lifespan. And throughout Five Dragon Mountain, there were only a scant few with the potential to become true immortals.
Just as he was sighing inwardly, Shen Mo suddenly felt tribulation qi erupt from his body. It tangled with the vast tribulation qi shrouding heaven and earth, then bore down upon him like black clouds pressing upon a city.
Within the void of the star domain where the Longevity Realm lay, thick blood-red clouds that could not be dispersed blotted out the sun, moon, and stars. Bolts of tribulation lightning capable of destroying heaven and earth began to brew—not the most common heavenly