Time in the Great Thousand World had always flown by.
In the blink of an eye, a full twenty years had passed since that world-ending battle at the Northern Wasteland Mound.
Over those twenty years, the Great Thousand World had entered an era of unprecedented prosperity.
Without the threat of the Extraterrestrial Evil Tribe, new superpowers sprang up one after another.
Mandala of the Daluo Territory officially ascended to supremacy, and her territory expanded severalfold.
Luo Qingli of the Luo God Clan also took up the mantle of clan leader, firmly establishing his clan on the West Heaven Continent.
Mu Chen, the youth who had once trained in a lower plane, had now grown into a renowned young powerhouse, making an illustrious name for himself in the Great Thousand World.
Countless brilliantly gifted young prodigies rose to prominence across this vast world, traveling far and wide to temper themselves.
Yet no matter how dazzling these rising stars became, every cultivator in the Great Thousand World understood one thing.
Within this boundless world, three men still stood at a summit no one else could reach.
Heavenly Emperor Han Feng.
Flame Emperor Xiao Yan.
Martial Ancestor Lin Dong.
Those three names loomed like three towering mountains at the pinnacle of the Great Thousand World.
In a courtyard behind Heavenly Emperor Peak.
Bamboo leaves rustled in the mountain breeze.
Han Feng reclined in a bamboo chair, idly turning a white jade teacup in his hand.
Dressed in a multicolored brocade gown, Medusa deftly handled a purple clay teapot.
Tea poured into the cup, sending up wisps of white steam.
On the lawn, a young woman practiced her moves with a longsword.
Her blade cut through the wind, bearing traces of Heavenly Emperor Han Feng's style, shredding falling leaves before they could reach