The Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance bore the brunt of it.
It was too wealthy, and its karmic ties through time ran too deep.
In that battle, Ji Yan personally entered the fray and played a remote game of strategy against over a thousand True Immortals of Nine Provinces, crushing ancient schemes one after another as though peeling silk from a cocoon. Yet when it truly came time to reveal their hands, Ji Yan held back half a move and retreated half a step.
He had not launched an all-out war. There had not even been a wisp of gunpowder smoke.
That year.
The Nine-Heavens Immortal Alliance completely contracted its sphere of influence within the Nine Provinces Celestial Continent. Its once-unrestricted expansion had naturally trampled upon the interests of far too many races and Dao lineages. Now that the era had changed, it could no longer suppress them by force.
Ji Yan chose to withdraw bravely amid the raging torrent and watch the winds and clouds for the time being.
Many years later.
The Human Dao Pavilion, Embracing Origin Sect, Grand Profound Ascension Hall, and others all quietly and orderly departed from the Nine Provinces Celestial Continent. Everything they had wanted—even their fighting spirit and the like—had already been obtained over these hundreds of millions of years. They knew when to stop.
If they stayed any longer, they would be showing no appreciation for kindness.
The Embracing Origin Sect was the first to set foot upon the road of "returning home." Xiao Sheng was deeply stirred, his heart surging like a tidal wave. It had been far too many years since he had felt such palpitations within.
Cause-and-Effect Immortal Boats, each vast enough to shroud the sky and blot out the sun, cut across Tiandi at full speed.
"Brother Xiao!"
"Brother Sikong."