Time flowed slowly, like running water.
The people of the world and the affairs of the world followed their own inherent laws. Nothing changed because one person was missing.
Citizens were born, aged, fell ill, and died. Citizens fought and killed, advanced in cultivation, and traveled to foreign realms to join the army... Everything went on as usual, generation after generation living on the Immortal Sect's homeworld.
In the blink of an eye, decades passed.
Huff...
Huff, huff...
Soft snores continued in the Great Sun Slumber Space, stirring countless waves of light like the tides.
Then, at a certain moment,
the many lights converged at the center of the sky. They gathered and gathered, growing brighter and more dazzling until they finally took solid form.
A flying sword.
Three feet long and blue-gold, it radiated a terrifying aura of spell-breaking, destruction, spell suppression, and distortion.
The flying sword continued to shine. The will within it communed with all things in heaven and earth, its aura changing constantly. Only after several years did it gradually take shape.
She once again shone as brilliantly as the sun.
This Brilliant Sun cast rays across the sky and earth in every direction. They filled heaven and earth, everywhere and in everything.
Gradually, the rays became various sword intents, giving rise to all manner of strange phenomena.
There was Thunder Sword Intent: bolts of twisting lightning whose mastery had reached such profound depths that they took physical form, carrying the auras of destruction and creation;
there was Thick Earth Sword Intent: patches of land emerged from the void, much like the legendary Nine Heavens Breath Soil. Even under the scorching of the destructive Great Sun and the ceaseless strikes of lightning, they did not vanish. Instead, they kept expanding and multiplying until they formed a