Time flew by, and four hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
Yuanjun gained an insight and began secluded cultivation.
At the same time, the myriad worlds of the Chaotic Sea had completely entered the age of declining Dharma. Not a trace of spiritual vitality remained between heaven and earth, and all things supernatural had vanished entirely.
The heavens fell silent. Only the Great Profound Realm stood at the pinnacle, untouched by the change.
Over those four hundred years, who knew how many ascenders had risen from the myriad worlds to contend with the prodigies of Great Profound Heaven.
It was no exaggeration to call this an unprecedented, resplendent golden age.
Heroes emerged in endless succession, and prodigies were beyond number.
Yet during these years, if one were to name the most dazzling figure, it had to be the man universally acknowledged as the strongest below Dao Integration: True Person Taichu, who had risen from humble origins and, after embarking upon cultivation, left every prodigy of his generation far behind.
True Person Taichu, Chen Yin.
It was said that he had been abandoned after birth. When someone found him in a trash bin in a restroom, he was covered in filth and already on his last breath.
Had an alchemist from World Relief Valley not taken pity on him and saved him, this man now recognized by all as the strongest below Dao Integration might have perished before his life had even truly begun.
Of course, Chen Yin himself had personally stepped forward to clarify this matter.
When the World Relief Valley alchemist saved him, he had been in a tied-up garbage bag in a dormitory, not in a trash bin in a restroom.
Emm...
Though, to the public, there was not much difference between the two.
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