The All Heavens Progenitors descended upon the Great Heaven. Everything seemed to have returned to the Ancient Era before Myriad Ages, when mighty figures had stood everywhere and the Great Dao had contended for supremacy—a splendor never seen before.
But everyone understood that once Chang broke free of his seal and emerged, all the prosperity in this world would be nothing but an illusion, fading away like spring blossoms, autumn moons, and flowing water.
The whole world was prosperous, yet the whole world was silent.
Everyone was waiting: survival or destruction?
No one could be sure what the Qiankun would hold next.
But all they could do was wait. For the countless living beings, waiting was their only option.
He Heng was glad that he was not one of those countless beings. He still had another choice.
The choice to strike for Great Luo!
Great Luo was supreme. Any living being could attain this realm; everyone had a chance.
But in reality, even if all the beings in the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens were added together, their chances of attaining Great Luo would still be no greater than those of any one of the fewer than ten people.
He Heng was one of those ten, and even the one most likely to attain the Dao—at least, that was what he believed.
The void stretched vast and boundless.
He took a single step, and the endless void became utterly empty.
Time and space were nothing but jokes before a Progenitor Great Being.
They had long since transcended them.
To them, the world, the universe, and the Myriad Worlds of the Heavens had no distance between them.
If there was any distance, it was the distance between one person and another, between one heart and another.
The distance between hearts was