In the blink of an eye, time rushed by like flowing water. Five hundred years had been gently touched by the hand of age, leaving behind the marks of countless vicissitudes.
The mountains and rivers of the Three Thousand Great Worlds remained unharmed, yet amid the shifting winds and clouds, they had settled into a thousand unspoken words. In the Azure Firmament Forest Sea, the Eight-Direction Willows hung lush and green, peach blossoms remained as delicate as ever, and tree shadows swayed leisurely through the woods.
Yet within those quiet years, they seemed to recount endless tales, sketching out the splendor and hardships of days gone by.
The blue sea turned to mulberry fields, and the earth itself changed hands.
As the sun set in the west and clouds rolled and unfurled, its lingering glow reflected off ancient buildings. Every stone brick and every green tile seemed dreamlike and illusory.
Beneath the boundless heavens, countless living beings and cultivators continued pressing forward in their struggle for immortality. Rivers and mountains were severed, ancient peaks collapsed, there was slaughter, love and hatred, betrayal, light, darkness... without end.
Yet one place remained absolutely peaceful: the Jade Bamboo Mountains.
As far as the eye could see, a sect had forcibly claimed a million li of mountains and rivers. Anyone who entered without cause either paid a toll or worked to pay off their debt.
Never mind whether you were some Great Vehicle Realm venerable from wherever or some Tribulation Transcendence Realm Heavenly Venerable. There was only one thing to say: Senior, times had changed. Your cultivation didn't work here...
Our Five Aggregates Sect was the most reasonable. We did not follow that ruthless, survival-of-the-fittest nonsense from the Desolate Heaven Domain. Hand over the toll, and everything could be discussed!
If you dared to