Heavenly Emperor's Treasury.
Above the emerald waves of the East Sea.
Whether it was the three Dragon Kings of the Four Seas or the seventeen sect masters, all stared in disbelief.
"Six Thousand Years of Forgetting the Dao!"
Could someone truly sail against the current of time?
As the sword-bearing youth cleaved open the river of time with a single slash, he drifted away with the woman in white.
The illusory giant cauldron shrouding sea and sky silently faded away as well.
Heavenly Emperor's Treasury closed once more.
Only one unhurried sentence resounded between heaven and earth.
"Heaven and earth are the inn of all things; time is the passing guest of a hundred generations."
"Within a hundred years, the Ascension Platform will open. You may ascend from this realm."
The moment these words rang out, every sentient being understood their meaning.
Nong Mu of Mount Fangcun smiled. "Though there were twists and turns, the timing of heaven is on our side!"
The three Dragon Kings exchanged glances, blazing divine light igniting in their eyes.
The various sect masters each wore different expressions.
The age of great contention was finally about to begin.
This time, no one could possibly sit back and watch in peace. The Three Daos were so; the Dragon Clan was so!
All living beings in this world were the same.
Mount Fangcun's treasure ship.
Duanmu Xiwei walked along the railing, listening to the voice that had spread throughout this realm.
Within a hundred years!
She was merely a cultivator who had only just survived the Second Nine Heavenly Tribulation. Ascension was still far beyond her reach.
Yet Duanmu Xiwei knew that once the Ascension Platform opened, the balance among the Three Daos that had remained tranquil for seventeen hundred years would be shattered.
Even if Mount