Every one of them was throwing themselves into reaching the Heavenly Emperor and Divine Emperor realms, intent on braving the tribulation and ascending afterward.
Those with talent like Great Emperor Ziwei, the Great Emperor of Cloud Sea, and Yun Xi all harbored considerable ambitions.
They wanted to improve themselves as much as possible within these hundred thousand years, build a solid enough foundation in the Great Dao, then brave the tribulation and ascend to seek the vistas beyond.
The other major factions that had entered the Origin World from the Chaos Realms were no different.
These powerhouses had managed to become Great Emperors even in barren lands. Now that they had access to a treasure trove like origin power, they would never let such a once-in-a-millennium opportunity slip away.
They all went into secluded cultivation, frantically absorbing origin power to temper their Great Daos, racing against time to raise their cultivation.
To them, a hundred thousand years was neither particularly long nor particularly short. If they did not make the most of it, they might well reach the end of the countdown without having achieved enough.
And it was not just the Great Emperors and Heavenly Emperors.
The Quasi-Emperors and Sages within their factions were also cultivating hard.
Attaining the Dao had become easier. They, too, wanted to attain the Dao and become Emperors, joining the ranks of Emperor Realm cultivators to pursue still greater heights.
The entire Lower Realm, from the Chaos Realms to the Origin World, was swept up in an unprecedented frenzy of cultivation.
Chen Xuan's days grew leisurely after that.
The World Will kept urging him to brave the tribulation and ascend. That sense of rejection emanating from the world's origin grew stronger by the day.
But he still refused to listen.
*It wasn't time yet.