Ten years had passed since New Year's Eve in the blink of an eye.
After New Year's Eve, the entire Eternal True World had slammed on the brakes. Humankind and the Demon Race once again settled into an eerie calm, and the rest of the Myriad Races halted their major operations as well.
Cheng Ming left the Demon Capital afterward, but Cheng Yu had achieved his goal: to send a message to the Qilin through Cheng Ming. Some things could not be avoided, and hiding forever was useless. Even the so-called grand course of the Heavenly Dao could be changed through mortal efforts.
The Qilin had withdrawn from the world long ago, and no one knew how much strength they still had left.
Still, Cheng Yu had a few guesses. After all, he had examples right before him. The Phoenix lineage was among the less impressive descendants of the Three Saint Gods, relying on him and his nominal third brother to uphold its standing. Yet the Phoenix lineage had fallen so far precisely because it had taken over the mess that was the Demon Race. Considering that the Heavenly Dao had forsaken them, maintaining even their current position was already quite an achievement.
The Dragonfolk had sided with Humankind and were now in their prime, but their highest-level fighting strength had still been weakened. After all, they had merely sided with Humankind; they were not human themselves.
As for the Qilin, they had simply refused to side with or become entangled with any race, relying on the legacy of the Three Saint Gods. Setting aside the strongest combatants of the Phoenix lineage and the Dragonfolk, the Qilin probably had the most experts.
Cheng Ming alone was an example. He was not much older than Shen Tian, yet his own strength