A hundred leisurely years passed as Mu Chen refined the dark origin.
Within his cave abode, chaos qi filled the air. Mu Chen sat cross-legged on a slab of bluestone, faint black light curling around him.
Of the nine portions of dark origin, he had refined more than eight. The final portion, too, was about to become entirely his own.
A century spanned several generations for mortals, but for a cultivator at his level, it was merely the duration of a single seclusion.
Naturally, he had not forgotten the Great Thousand World.
As his cultivation grew stronger, his control over the World Anchor became increasingly refined. By chance, he discovered something unexpected: he could establish a time anchor in each of the two worlds!
That way, regardless of how much time passed on either side, whenever he returned to the other, it would be precisely the moment he had left.
This discovery dispelled all his lingering worries. He remained in the Perfect World, quietly cultivating, and whenever he needed to relax, he returned to the Great Thousand World to spend time with his family and friends, neglecting neither.
Over those hundred years, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands completely merged into one.
Under the mighty pull of the dharma-ending era, the once-separated ancient continents finally collided and fused completely, becoming one vast world.
The mountains and rivers remained majestic, but generation after generation of living beings had come and gone.
The falling Blade of Heaven's Will had left countless cultivators unable to survive that catastrophe. Many names that had once commanded the winds and clouds had already turned to dust with the passing years.
Shi Hao, meanwhile, followed the course of the original story, cultivating under the Lord of the Restricted Zone. He attained the Supreme rank on the path