Years flowed forward like an eternal river. Time passed not only in Primordial Heaven and the Shrouding the Heavens World, but in other regions of chaos and other worlds as well.
Yet their dimensions of space-time differed, so time flowed at different speeds—sometimes vastly different.
Compare the fastest with the slowest, and one might witness the strange sight of time in one realm seeming almost frozen.
Of course, the Lifetime World had not reached such an extreme.
In the blink of an eye, more than thirty years had passed in the Lifetime World.
Over those thirty-odd years, calamities had struck the Real World without pause, increasing rapidly with each passing year.
Even Meng Qi, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, had asked Yang Jian to guard the western Real World with the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner in hand.
He had asked the Seven-Kills Daoist, who carried the Nethersea Sword, to seal off the Eastern Sea and the Far South. Even so, it had done little good.
Perfected Creation and a peerless Divine Weapon of Other Shore rank seemed powerless before the inevitable, irreversible end of the era.
Vast stretches of polar ice and snow melted, raising the seas until they swallowed islands and landmasses, inhabited and uninhabited alike. Do not think such a thing meant little in a world of Cultivation.
The era was about to end. Every Divine Ability seemed small.
Great Divine Abilities that could once move mountains and fill seas could now accomplish little.
Divine Abilities could not overcome fate, least of all the most final, most irreversible fate of all.
Volcanoes erupted in succession. Dead or dormant, it made no difference—even the dead ones came back to life.
Earth dragons turned in their sleep, splitting the ground for a thousand miles. The fissures gaped like great canyons,