"With such strength and talent, he could be called invincible in this era. Even before the Desolate Land Reached Heaven, the supreme Earth Immortals of the lower realm could not possibly have been his match."
"But with strength like this alone, among three thousand eras, he could only rank somewhere past a hundredth place."
At this point, the old man sighed again, his gaze complicated as he said, "The three thousand eras are drawing near, and this era's great calamity is about to descend. If Void-Heaven Great Emperor cannot become immortal, I fear he will be unable to hold down this universe."
"Ah, what is an era calamity?"
The young girl froze slightly, confusion appearing on her face.
"The calamity of an era is the calamity of the universe's cycle."
The old man shook his head with a bitter smile, then said, "This calamity occurs once every million years. All living beings of heaven and earth must answer it."
"Even peerless Great Emperors will become dry bones in their tombs if they cannot survive the great calamity."
"The most terrifying part is..."
The old man took a deep breath before saying, "Great Emperors who have broken the limits are cursed by the Great Dao, and their lifespans are no more than a million years."
"To stay alive, countless powerhouses throughout the ages have chosen to slumber in forbidden lands, dragging out their lives in shameful survival."
"Whenever the era calamity descends, it is the best opportunity for them to restore their vital essence."
The girl could not help drawing in a cold breath.
She panicked somewhat and could not help asking, "Old man, then what do we do?"
"Why don't we hurry up and run away?"
The old man smiled and patted the girl's head. A trace of solemnity appeared