Before long.
He solemnly put away the letter and sound-recording talisman, slowly donned a bamboo hat and a coarse linen cloak. His face held neither sorrow nor joy as he silently vanished beneath the night curtain of stars.
"You do not belong to this ancient era, nor do you belong to this world."
A trace of indifference flickered through Chen Xun's eyes. Windblown sand lightly covered him, burying his body. No one knew where he had gone. Primordial Academy never saw him again, nor did Fushi Sect.
Later.
A world-shaking war erupted across the Central Heaven Divine Continent, shaking the entire Taiyi Great World. The seven divine clans mobilized armies of billions upon billions of cultivators to jointly attack the Shenyu Military Court. Major sects even defected, going to war with Fushi Sect in the Spirit Void Sacred Province.
Beacon fires rose across the Nine Provinces. After recuperating, the demon and devil armies returned with renewed force, and war stretched on beneath the heavens.
Within it were clashes of doctrine, struggles over the Dao, and wars between races.
Under the Immortal Dao proclaimed by the Boundless Great World, the grand unification of races was the inevitable trend of heaven and earth. The fortune of heaven and earth should be bestowed upon the living beings of great races, rather than scattered among all myriad spirits.
Only thus could the Immortal Dao advance further, and only thus could heaven and earth develop in a positive direction!
Weak races—eliminate them...
Such lightly spoken words seemed to lay bare, in all their vivid fullness, the cold cruelty of the Immortals of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Beneath bloodshed so vast that corpses floated like oars, endless small races were extinguished.
It was as though they could not even release their final howls of despair