The beast tide stretched without end, and the great calamity dragged on.
Beneath the onslaught of the boundless beast tide, a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those thousand years, the endless beast tide repeatedly battered the Vast Sea, and the war never ceased. For the entire Guixu Sea Region, it was an unprecedented conflict.
Many Purple Mansion, Golden Core, and even Nascent Soul Cultivators had been born amid this great calamity. From the moment they stepped onto the path of cultivation, they had already been drawn into it.
Some struggled across the calamity, some cultivated within it, and some rose to prominence through it, advancing all the way to the realm of Primordial Spirit Dao Lords.
Yet even more perished within the tribulation, unable to survive even a thousand years.
In the mortal world, seas turned to mulberry fields. Low-level cultivators came and went generation after generation. Many cultivators at the Foundation Establishment, Purple Mansion, and even Golden Core realms had grown accustomed to the great calamity.
They had lived amid the boundless demon beast calamity since childhood. Taking turns reinforcing the Celestial Stars Grand Formation was the thing they had done most often apart from cultivation.
Until this day, when everything finally began to change.
"This beast tide seems far thinner than it was back then."
At the edge of the Celestial Stars Grand Formation, a youth in azure robes murmured, a grave look appearing on his face.
The azure-robed youth was Daoist Qingxuan, the timid young cultivator from when the great calamity had first erupted.
A hurried thousand years had passed. He had repeatedly distinguished himself in the calamity, tempering not only his path of cultivation but also receiving many commendations from the Immortal Alliance.
Without realizing it, his cultivation had already reached