The New Year Approaches

A month ago, the great collapse had seemed like nothing more than an illusion. More and more people gradually forgot it. To them, although such accidents still existed, they had not caused any substantive harm—apart from a few people who had happened to be cultivating and suffered qi deviation, not a single person had died in the collapse.

Many years later, this might become excellent material for conversation. When they grew old, they might tell their children, "Back then, the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm was terribly unreliable. Let me tell you, your old ancestor here personally went through something like that..."

Even the Demon Race showed no curiosity toward the rampaging Sea Gods, nor did they show any intention of attacking.

They did not know that what they had personally witnessed was history of such tremendous importance.

Divine Land was once again approaching a fork in history.

The time had come to settle matters with the overseas Demon Race once and for all.

The human race, the dragon race, and the other ancient civilizations lying dormant would establish a new kind of relationship.

The banished immortals hidden among civilizations would be completely driven out, and the Immortal Alliance would be able to open more of its achievements to working cultivators.

More people would embark upon the path of immortality.

Perhaps Divine Land's immortal arts would also begin advancing by leaps and bounds after this turning point, ushering in another revolution. Those who clung to the old cultivation methods before the turning point might not even be able to understand the new techniques that came after it.

Earth-shaking changes were brewing.

It was simply that, for now, none of it had revealed any sign.

And so, the final days of that year passed peacefully, with nothing more happening.

"Come to think