Those with families were making their final farewells; those without continued diligently advancing their cultivation.
They all knew that once they left this time, there were only two possibilities if they wished to return.
First, they would return in glory, having become true powerhouses of the Star River Cosmos—or even Great Luo Transcendence experts.
Second, their corpses would return. Of course, that was only under extremely good luck; under normal circumstances, not even ashes would remain.
Those were the two possible endings. Once they left, it would be for a lifetime.
Struggle was cruel. In the Demon Domain, they still had backers, but once they reached the Star River Cosmos, they would be nothing.
For all they knew, the moment they stepped out, some Golden Immortal might take a dislike to them and wipe them all out with a single slap.
All of it was unknown.
Spring passed into summer, autumn passed into winter.
Year after year went by, and the Demon Domain gradually fell completely quiet.
In the blink of an eye, three thousand years flowed past...
To a mortal, three thousand years was an unreachable span.
To a cultivator, it was but the blink of an eye.
Over those three thousand years, the Demon Domain seemed not to have changed much. The only change was that it had returned to its former structure.
The Golden Immortal factions sank into silence once more, as though they had never appeared at all. The Demon Domain was still the same Demon Domain.
The sole difference was the addition of the Forbidden Void.
Because of the Forbidden Void, the Northern Demon Domain was called a forbidden land by the other three regions. Virtually no one dared go there.
After all, when the Forbidden Void had first descended, those Golden Immortal factions had