Seven days later, the East Victory Divine Continent.
An Yang stood on a tall building, leaning against the railing alone as he looked out into the distance.
He watched the green-tiled and white-walled buildings in the city connect into a vast expanse, exuding a sense of ancient historical vicissitudes. He had no idea how many years this city had stood here, nor how many generations of the busy commoners below had lived their lives in this place for generation after generation.
Some houses were truly dilapidated to the extreme, and now that it was the height of bitter winter, many men had to wear thick padded jackets and come out to repair their homes.
They probably still had no idea that the Eternal Life Demon Palace, which had brought disaster to the world, had already perished, and that there would never be an Eternal Life Demon Palace again. Yet the origins of the Eternal Life Demon Palace still remained—
The struggle between the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist sect continued, and both sides had their own deeply rooted ideological righteousness that had endured for tens of millions of years; it was not so easily shaken. An Yang could not shake them, and the Victorious Fighting Buddha, whose combat prowess was growing increasingly terrifying by the day, could not stop them either...
Therefore, if the Grand Supreme had not stepped in to settle the overall situation, this world would likely have suffered many more years of miserable life characterized by untoward weather, no one to manage the reincarnation cycle, and no one to dispense rewards and punishments on behalf of Heaven.
By then, he wondered if new demons and monsters would still be spawned.
Anyway... they did not care about all living beings, not even those who constantly had the phrase