The stir in Tiandi was immense.
Yet Yu Ganting did not linger here for even a moment, vanishing into the vast sea of people.
That year.
An exotic treasure from the Immortal Realm fell into the Three Thousand Universes, sparking the War of the Myriad Races throughout the cosmos. The last trace of vital essence among living beings was scattered by the Immortal Realm. From then on, cultivators became an exceedingly rare and extraordinary presence in the Three Thousand Universes; most beings had become mere mortal spirits.
The so-called extraordinary beings of the Three Thousand Universes were, in the eyes of cultivators, merely on the same level of life as ants.
Afterward.
The Immortal Realm's true hand descended into the rules of the universe.
It used the laws of lifespan to utterly lock down the upper limit of all living beings in the Three Thousand Universes. They could only reincarnate endlessly in weakness, only resist the great limit of lifespan with the wisdom in their minds. Yet for mortal spirits, beneath the rules, all beings were equal.
Lifespan was the greatest prison of the Three Thousand Universes.
In the Immortal Realm's words.
Living too long was not necessarily a good thing. Endless reincarnation for living beings was more conducive to the development of the Tiandi of the Three Thousand Universes.
Within a certain immortal city.
Yu Ganting sat in a bustling teahouse. After learning some truths about the universe, he gave a derisive laugh. At last, he understood what the Immortal Realm was plotting against the Three Thousand Universes.
"Infinitely diminish the will of the universe's living beings, continually magnify the will of natural laws, then reduce the resistance of all beings' karma before finally acting against the entire universe? So that is how it is. I can finally see