Moreover, the great calamity would stretch on for tens of thousands of years. Unless they transcended the tribulation and became immortals, they would ultimately struggle to live until the day it ended.
"Alas." Qian Xuande sighed, then shook his head. "To live in an age when this great calamity erupted—perhaps this was their fate."
Hearing this, Chen Nianzhi could not help but sigh inwardly.
For immortals like them, the eruption of a great calamity was itself a life-and-death ordeal.
For mortals, however, this boundless catastrophe sweeping across the West Qi Divine Abyss Sea was an apocalyptic disaster worthy of being recorded in history, a mythic catastrophe.
A mortal's life, even if they became a Primordial Spirit Dao Lord, lasted only tens of thousands of years.
After several hundred thousand years had passed, the tribulations they survived today would be recorded in the annals of history. Cultivators reading of them in scrolls would find them remote and steeped in the dust of ages, treating them as ancient mythological tales.
Perhaps figures like the lord of the Western Abyss Dragon Palace and Ruins Divine Lord Ye would leave heavy strokes in the historical records like figures of myth. Immortals like them might also leave their names in the chronicles of the surrounding seas.
But the mortals and cultivators living in this era were destined to be no more than a wisp of dust within the age.
Perhaps by then, the historical records would contain only a single sentence:
The great calamity lasted thirty thousand years. Beneath the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth's cyclical return, the immortals answered the tribulation and reincarnated, while countless trillions upon trillions of living beings vanished into ash and smoke.
Among the Three Thousand Sea Regions, a million spirit islands all became untamed wilderness. All living beings