Heavenly Court's grip on the Hongmeng Star Realm was on full display.
Vast armies marched toward the Hanwu Star Realm, while factions everywhere searched relentlessly for Hell, leaving it nowhere to hide.
The sun and moon raced across the sky; ages came and went in the mortal world. In the blink of an eye, eight years had passed.
Li Xuancang had never known such a long stretch of peace. Even his state of mind had begun to change.
"Regent King, the fighting in the Hanwu Star System is growing desperate. The Abyss and Chaos have entered the war, Heavenly Court is retreating step by step, and it keeps conscripting factions to fight."
Linghu Shanhe came to report to Li Xuancang, his face full of worry.
The ten-year period was nearly over. Heavenly Court would surely send the Clear Origin Domain into battle when it ended, and that was no good thing.
"It's fine. Your and the Thunder Hall Master's most pressing task is to break through to the Heavenly Human Realm. Don't worry about anything else."
Li Xuancang was not worried about going to the battlefield. If anything, he was eager.
As the war escalated, both sides would deploy more powerful fighters. Only then would Li Xuancang have a chance to kill enough enemies.
Su Xinghai and Bai Meng had been stuck at the Late-Heavenly Human Realm for years, unable to advance an inch. They needed to devour Dao-Integration Realm cultivators to break through quickly.
"Yes!"
Seeing Li Xuancang so composed, Linghu Shanhe could not help feeling reassured.
Another year soon passed, and news kept arriving from every quarter.
The Prehistoric Ruin had been open for years, and factions fought bitterly within it.
Some perished in the ruin. Others gained extraordinary opportunities, only to be hunted by every faction.
"Prepare