Heaven's Way Is Constant: it did not endure for Yao, nor perish for Jie.
After Meng Chuan had informed everyone and formally entered seclusion, time flowed freely on, with no intention of stopping for anyone.
Mortals hurried through their lives. A hundred years later, a tombstone stood; another newborn entered the world, and the cycle repeated.
Cultivators pursued higher realms and longer lives, falling one after another along the path of the Great Dao. Few ever reached the realm of immortality.
Meng Chuan had returned to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, but the universe still ran much as it had in his absence.
His departure had not halted its development, nor had his return sent the whole world soaring.
Indeed, most people did not even know when Meng Chuan had left or when he had returned.
Perhaps, in their minds, Meng Chuan had always been there. They could only guess.
Heavenly Emperor or Dao Ancestor, he was ultimately far removed from the mortal world.
People revered the Heavenly Emperor and paid homage to the Dao Ancestor, but they still had to live their own lives.
The Immortals continued cultivating in seclusion, hoping to close some of the distance between themselves and the Immortal King Realm.
With Immortal King-level Divine Seats bolstering them, they made remarkable progress.
Ten thousand years now yielded as much as twenty or thirty thousand years of ordinary cultivation. The time needed to become Immortal Kings would shrink dramatically.
Ruthless, Wushi, Azure Emperor, and Ye Fan were also striving toward the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm, working even harder than the other Immortals.
After all, the Immortals were far too distant from Meng Chuan. Catching up to his cultivation and helping him was unrealistic.
They could hardly use that to motivate themselves. It would be utter nonsense.
But