Shi Yin spent longer and longer in the depths of the River of Time.
Meanwhile, he could no longer remember how many times he had woken with a start from that dream.
He had a powerful intuition that the "colossal sun" appearing at the end of the dream was the only key to unlocking every answer!
But he could neither see it clearly nor touch it, as though it did not exist within the karma of this world at all.
Shi Yin drew a deep breath, suppressed the frustration in his heart, and withdrew from the River of Time.
The years flew like a shuttle through a loom.
The war between the Demon Realm and the Other Race had descended into a savage tug-of-war.
Every day, thousands upon thousands of the Demon Race's sons fell. Their once-vibrant lands were now riddled with wounds.
It was an endless, despair-inducing war of attrition.
Yet amid this crisis, a piece of heartening news quietly began circulating among the Demon Race.
According to reliable intelligence from the Immortal Realm, the number of Filth Demons there was actually far smaller than in the Demon Realm!
Because of this, the Immortal Realm's armies seemed to have begun finding their footing, showing signs of gaining the upper hand against the Other Race.
The news spread by word of mouth among the rank-and-file soldiers of the Demon Race, giving them an enormous boost in morale.
After all, the Immortal and Demon-Beast Realms had an alliance pledging mutual aid.
And those Immortal Emperors could hardly fail to understand that when the lips were gone, the teeth would be left cold.
As long as they gritted their teeth and withstood the pressure before them, once the Immortal Realm had been fully pacified, it would surely be free to send