The Great War is About to Begin

While Ning Ye was engaged in this tedious hundred-year battle of spells with Seven Nights in the Three-Star Domain, Ning Ye in the Heaven's Center Realm had not been idle either.

Compared to the main body, the clone had even more to do.

He had to cultivate, ascend to the Human Emperor Realm as swiftly as possible, so that he could harvest Purple Zenith, that fat pig, in the future.

He had to spread the Dao, further elevate his Dao Realm, and lay the groundwork for the coming battle.

He had to steal their techniques, learning everything Purple Zenith possessed from him.

A hundred years flashed by. Quite a few of the Heaven Silkworm cultivators of old had achieved the Nirvana Realm, becoming the true backbone of this world.

Feng Xianlong, Chi Wanning, and the others had become especially renowned throughout this realm.

Ning Ye, on the other hand, had made no further moves since the Moonlight Sea Continent incident. In the blink of an eye, two hundred years had passed, and his legends had faded from the martial world.

Some even believed that Ning Ye had become "yesterday's news," no longer taking seriously the Ning Ye who had once turned Moonlight Sea Continent upside down.

Yet beneath the surface calm, undercurrents surged.

Purple Zenith Upper Realm.

Purple Zenith Sacred Sovereign wore a gloomy expression, his heart incomparably heavy.

A hundred years of suppression by righteous qi had restrained the growth of the demonic Dao within Purple Zenith Sacred Sovereign, but it had only eliminated the demonic nature, not the Dao root of the Demon Realm.

Purple Zenith could even feel Heaven's favor gradually drifting away from him as the demonic root sank ever deeper.

This meant that even the Heavenly Dao had determined that he could no longer purge