Time would not stop moving because someone's footsteps had come to a halt, just as fish did not know why you cried, and birds did not know why you carried a bundle of explosives on your back.
Across this Primordial Land, many things had become utterly unrecognizable due to changes in certain matters, yet the course of some things had quietly returned to its original track.
For example, the Heavenly Court had unified the Primordial Land, ushering in an age where the gods governed the world.
For another, Nuwa had ultimately become the first to attain the Dao and become a Saint, molding the Human Clan.
For another, after watching so many educational films from teachers of every school, old Daoist Ran Deng had finally, under Mosquito Daoist's temptation, silently strayed toward the Dao of Joy amid his reluctant welcome.
And then there were the three Taishang brothers. After touring the Primordial World, they quietly arrived at the Human Clan's settlements. Taishang in particular began directly spreading the Dao among the Human Clan.
After several thousand years of reproduction, humanity had unleashed the strongest trait of its race—breeding quickly. In less than five thousand years, human footprints had already spread in every direction.
The human tribe that had once numbered just over ten thousand had now built great cities one after another, its population steadily surpassing ten million. This showed just how explosively humans reproduced.
In this Primordial World, some living beings required years, even more than a decade, to gestate. As for beings born of heaven and earth, taking several or even dozens of yuanhui was nothing unusual.
Take Shiji, for example. From the moment she first developed a trace of intelligence to the moment she was born and instantly reached the Taiyi realm, how could the years she