Li Changsheng's expression turned ruthless. Ye Lin would not show himself? Fine. Then he would open this grand age once more. So what if it lacked one Ye Lin?
Without Ye Lin, I can do it all the same.
Having made up his mind, Li Changsheng set off alone into an unfamiliar Starry Sky.
Another ten years passed.
On an unfamiliar star, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes, a sharp gleam flashing through them.
"Five thousand years. A full five thousand years. Late-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal, yet I still haven't touched the threshold of the peak. But this is enough."
Ye Lin clenched his hand, feeling the power within him, his expression settling completely. Five thousand years of secluded cultivation had brought him to the late stage of the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm. It was enough.
At the same time, the others around him opened their eyes one after another. Five thousand years had passed; it was time to end their seclusion.
"Mid-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal... Tsk, a little slow."
Feeling his cultivation, Wang Tian could not help clicking his tongue. Five thousand years of seclusion had raised him by one minor realm. He was still somewhat dissatisfied, though it was enough.
"Early-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal? Good heavens... sigh."
Bao Xiaotou sighed. Ever since his earlier breakthrough into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, his cultivation seemed to have been nailed in place. No matter how hard he tried, he remained only at the early stage.
His cultivation seemed fixed, unable to advance even an inch. It was unbearable.
"Late-stage Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal? Not bad."
Li Xiaoyao opened his eyes. He was immensely satisfied with his cultivation. In five thousand years, he had broken through one minor realm, reaching the late stage of the Primordial