The Starry Sky Ancient Road continued to rage. Time was like a dream, the years like a song.
Over these long years, countless cultivators had vanished like bubbles in a dream, leaving behind only the brilliance they had once radiated, shimmering against one another in the starry sky.
Twenty years passed over this ancient starry sky, leaving deep patterns behind, as ancient and unyielding as heaven and earth themselves.
The Immortal's avatar of gloom shook her head in disappointment and departed. She had truly escaped.
In the end, their paths differed, and they could not make plans together. She had never spoken in circles, leaving behind only a faint remark:
"If that generation's Human Emperor had not been born, the rise of the Human Race would ultimately be nothing but a fantasy."
"The Three Thousand Great Worlds will never produce a second Human Emperor. Your internal strife has never truly ceased."
"Only that generation's Human Emperor could truly unite the Human Race as one. That terrifying power of cohesion was enough to make every race die for him, and he had even sought to establish the Human Race as foremost among all races."
Yet time was merciless. She had been unable to associate with that person of her generation. The Human Race creatures of these Domains were like this—she despised them from the bottom of her heart. The Human Race simply had too many schemes, and they were shackles as well!
But this was not how one cultivated to become an Immortal. She left completely, having seen through First Fusion Immortal's true purpose.
The selfish desires of one person had thrown the Great World into turmoil, and at such a critical juncture before the opening of the Immortal Realm. It was utterly absurd.
This was a tremendous insult to the