As the Myriad Realms ascended and wars raged across all heavens, the internal pressure of the Great Dao within every Tiandi was being infinitely released outward. No one had expected such an outcome. The Ominous Ancestor had prepared for hundreds of millions of years and was long since fully equipped and ready to depart.
Yet he had likewise never expected that all he could do now was stare helplessly.
As for the Void Radiant Clan and the countless affairs of the lower realms, Yu Fangshuo did not mention a single word, and Chen Xun did not ask a single question.
It seemed that, in their eyes, every process in the lower realms had ceased to matter. Their gaze rested only upon the era, and only upon its final outcome. They left the process for the living beings of Tiandi to shape as they pleased, without excessive interference.
Not long after.
Chen Xun slowly raised his eyes to the sky, his gaze peaceful and indifferent.
Everything was turning for the better.
Eternal Ancient Time would not be shattered by anything, whether from without or within.
"Old Master, no business again!"
A lazy voice suddenly sounded from within the shop. It was Chen Batian. Grinning broadly, he said, "Those ascended cultivators look down on the old stock in our shop."
With that, he laughed even louder.
Indeed, the shop was full of old stock—old stock from the Three Thousand Great Worlds of years past. They could hardly even be called cultivation items anymore; they were antiques. Back then, they had gathered them from all over the place. Now, they simply displayed them for sale.
They were very cheap. If someone had the fate for it, they could pick an item and take it away.
That had been Old Master's idea from the