Time rushed by like flowing water. Beneath the seemingly tranquil surface of the Central Continent, Wind Rises and Cloud Surge, and countless heavenly prodigies held their breath, nursing a fire within.
They did everything they could to improve themselves, all to face the ancient monsters that would emerge later.
In the blink of an eye, nine hundred years had passed.
On this day, the major peak factions throughout the Demon Domain began to stir. Within the Demon Domain, the once-peaceful tide of fortune started to churn, vast currents of fortune flooding every corner of the entire Demon Domain like a rising tide.
Every living being in the Demon Domain was enjoying the benefits brought by this fortune.
As long as one was a living being of the Demon Domain, they could enjoy the benefits brought by this fortune—the only difference was how much they received.
Yet alongside fortune came the great calamity. Beneath this fortune, which seemed filled with nothing but benefits, lay extreme danger.
A great age was not as simple as merely bringing you benefits.
Threads of calamity aura permeated the Demon Domain.
Some smaller factions had already announced that they would seal themselves away. For a time, even their Sect Protection Arrays were activated.
After all, what came next would be the battlefield of those peak factions. They had no intention whatsoever of getting involved.
A great age also meant a reshuffling of factions: ancient powers would decline, while rising powers would take their place.
And among them, any small or mid-sized faction daring to interfere would become cannon fodder in the competition between these great powers.
That was why some small and mid-sized factions chose to close their gates and remain hidden. Fortune was boiling over, and the calamity aura had already reached its peak.
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