In the twenty or thirty years since Meng Chuan returned from the Immortal Domain to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, many things had happened.
The biggest had happened not long ago: Heaven and Earth had undergone a great upheaval.
At the time, the Void had shaken violently, and a tremendous roar had echoed throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
The Power of Rules had spread across the heavens in the Eight Directions, remaking Heaven and Earth.
Take the Three Thousand Dao Provinces, for example. A Supreme Powerhouse standing there could see an Ancient Realm wrapped in starlight beyond the sky, slowly approaching through the Outer Chaos.
As the two worlds drew closer, thunder roared, lightning filled the Chaos, and the Laws twisted.
That was no other world. It was one of the Nine Heavens, and it was about to merge with the Three Thousand Dao Provinces!
This was only one corner of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands. Elsewhere, other heavens and lands were drawing one another closer too.
It was one of the signs that the Dharma-Ending Age was coming.
The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands would gradually merge, becoming one world again—a single celestial body.
It looked like a good thing, but it was a symptom of the Dharma-Ending Age.
As the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands began to unite, the vital essence of Heaven and Earth in this world sharply declined. It would gradually become unsuitable for Cultivators to cultivate.
Cultivators could never train as quickly in the Dharma-Ending Age as they could in normal times.
It had nothing to do with individual talent. The environment of Heaven and Earth imposed the limit.
Even with Meng Chuan's talent, attaining the Dao and becoming an emperor in the Dharma-Ending Age had taken him hundreds of years.