Time in the Fallen Immortal Great Thousand World flowed slowly onward, never pausing for any reason.
Before anyone knew it, a hundred years had passed.
To the Dao Children, that was an exceedingly brief span of life. They spent a little time cultivating, a little time studying the Myriad Laws Primordial Ancient Scripture, and a little time dealing with research problems, and the years were gone.
But for most Foundation Establishment cultivators,
an entire life had passed.
Years of hardship and danger, countless lonely nights, heart-stopping moments, narrow escapes from death, stretches of quiet, moments of dazzling glory, grudges, love, and hatred... they had lived through them all.
Those early years of life could shape a cultivator's entire existence. Even decades later, they could not be forgotten.
The Grand Dream Sword Realm for the first Qi Refining cohort.
This was the first Grand Dream Sword Realm the Great Sun Sword Heir had established. Over the years, it had gradually grown desolate. At its peak, ten thousand Qi Refining geniuses had filled it with clamor, and fellow Daoists had debated the Dao with fiery enthusiasm. Now it was empty, without a figure to be seen for ages.
No one knew how much time had passed.
A burly tribesman covered in tiger tattoos appeared. He swept his gaze around, strode boldly to the lecture platform, and closed his eyes to wait.
Compared with a hundred years ago, this chieftain of the Eastern Wasteland Mountains had changed enormously.
His bearing was steady as a mountain, while his aura was deep as an abyss and vast as the sea. Black-and-red baleful energy covered him. He was formidable even among Golden Core cultivators, with none of his former callowness remaining.
Zhong Limo rested with his eyes closed and waited quietly.
Several days later, another Golden