"Then I'll await the Sacred Lord's good news."
Yang Tian let out a light laugh and slowly departed with the True Immortal cultivator before him.
Only after Yang Tian had completely vanished did Yan Yu collapse limply into his seat.
"Alas."
Yan Yu sighed faintly. How had he survived three great eras? Naturally by keeping out of worldly affairs, naturally by lying low. That was the secret to safely enduring three great eras.
After all, when a great era arrived, one misstep could claim even a Golden Immortal expert.
When a great era came, tribulation aura sprang up throughout the Starry Sky. Once contaminated by it, one would invite a killing tribulation. And once a cultivator died, all their cultivation would return to heaven and earth, strengthening the Heavenly Dao.
Thus, a great era was also a great calamity—a calamity through which the Heavenly Dao reduced the number of powerful beings in the Star River Cosmos.
After all, the growth of every powerhouse relied on plundering heaven and earth. If there was only endless plunder with no return, even the Star River Cosmos would collapse over time.
The recurring emergence of great eras, endlessly reducing the number of living beings, existed to achieve this cycle.
The higher one's cultivation, the more easily one became tainted by tribulation aura, because those lofty great powers were precisely whom the Heavenly Dao targeted.
After all, no matter how many small fry died, it could not compare to the fall of a single great power. This was what was meant by: when one whale falls, all things flourish.
Surviving one great era unscathed was already commendable, yet he had endured three entire great eras—and had led the whole Yin-Yang Sacred Land through all three.
What had he relied on? Naturally, keeping a low profile