A year later.
Little Three-Eye wore an ill-fitting, tattered robe. He was gathering dry bones and digging through the earth, because these could be exchanged for some Immortal Dao resources. In Sin City, there was no righteousness to speak of—only slaughter and fear.
He kept his head lowered, his expression unseen.
Even his third eye was hidden beneath shadow and darkness, seeming to have closed completely.
Tap...
The crisp sound echoed across this desolate land. He slowly walked through it like a living corpse.
A century later.
A heaven-shaking riot erupted in Sin City. Yin spirits entered the world and wreaked havoc upon all beneath heaven.
Little Three-Eye did not flee. Instead, he chose to remain here.
He no longer had anything to look forward to. Staying anywhere was the same. As for his identity as a member of the Three-Eyed Ancient Immortal Clan, or that Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory—it was no longer important.
In a place no one cared about.
Little Three-Eye quietly survived here, while far too many cultivators in this world believed that clan had long since gone extinct.
That same year, many great events had also taken place across the world over the past century.
Within the five Extreme Rampart Domains, the ten supreme powers of the Cosmic World had begun to make contact. This signal was terrifying, slowing the heartbeats of countless True Immortals. No powerhouse in this world had ever wished for those ten supreme powers to have any contact whatsoever.
It would inflict an unimaginable and massive impact upon their current cultivation environment.
But there was no helping it. The news had already spread throughout Heavenly Pivot. Countless True Immortals watched intently from their respective Immortal Domains, keeping a close eye on this contact that might unleash a monstrous tsunami upon the