"Hiss!
They finally finished arguing.
These people in the Primordial World really thought nothing of a thousand years."
That was something Ye Zhuo disliked.
In the Journey to the West World, a cosmic cycle meant a great tribulation, during which heaven and earth were created anew.
And in the Primordial World?
A cosmic cycle was merely a unit of time.
Three thousand years?
Even thirty thousand years amounted to less than a quarter of a cosmic cycle.
Hardly any mighty cultivator would truly care.
Especially since...
There were far too many mighty cultivators in the Primordial World. Starting from Golden Immortals, they still treated a cosmic cycle as something meaningful-at least enough time to eat, drink, and cultivate a little.
To Supreme Unity Golden Immortals, a cosmic cycle was like taking a stroll outside or dozing off during secluded cultivation.
Great Firmament Golden Immortals regarded a cosmic cycle as nothing at all, scarcely worth mentioning.
"Just thinking about those two finally finishing their argument and moving on to a magical duel, then smashing into Mount Buzhou in a rage... damn, it makes me happy."
Even Ye Zhuo was getting annoyed.
If things continued like this, it would take only one cosmic cycle.
The Human Clan would beat the Witch and Demon Clans senseless and trample the dragons, phoenixes, and qilin underfoot.
Give the Human Clan ten cosmic cycles, and what would the disciples of the Three Pure Ones or the two Western Saints amount to?
"My life is an invincible-protagonist novel. Truly invincible, the kind where I won't put up with even the slightest grievance."
Ye Zhuo calmly crossed his legs.
He waited without a care.
The Human Clan was already powerful enough.
"Wonderful. The Great Firmament Heavenly Immortal Dao really is useful. Aside from the three thousand Great Daos,