Though those places still retained a trace of illusory haze, anyone with sharp eyes could see that if they truly manifested in the present age, that opportunity was likely not far away.
Yet as for what that crucial opportunity was, cultivators across the world who practiced the art of discerning heavenly secrets each had their own opinions, and none could convince the others.
For unless one had reached the level of a Dao Master, a mighty expert who viewed the great currents of the world as a chessboard, it was impossible to see the entire grand age of time from one secluded corner.
Among the cultivators of the Demon Race who had now come to the West Sea, they were the most numerous.
On the contrary, they held no thoughts of ancestors meeting ancestors, their eyes brimming with tears, toward those old demon monsters behind the gate.
Their wariness and vigilance ran deepest among all the cultivators present.
No one wanted an old demon monster ancestor appearing over their heads.
The countless cultivators of the world did not know how these variables from the ancient era would fully manifest.
Nor did they know what would become of the ancient sects.
But there was one consensus, a statement that had almost immediately laid bare the heavenly secret after the ancient era emerged.
That was: "The past and the present cannot both be had by us."
Mighty venerables could stand on this shore of time while also standing on the other shore of time.
After reaching the Dongzhen Realm, one could do the same. Yet the issue was not time itself, but the greatest cause behind the burial and destruction of ancient time—the apocalyptic tribulation.
When the calamity descended, all immortals fell overnight.
This apocalyptic calamity lay upstream in the Long River