Time flowed like water running east; a thousand rivers could scarcely return.
In this place beyond the world, it seemed no sound could be heard save the wind...
Everything was so cold and desolate.
There were always people doing what others were unwilling to do, enduring that boundless loneliness...
It seemed impossible to remember how many years had passed!
Yet it also seemed only a few years had gone by...
Beneath the Realm Gate, where time held little meaning, only that lone figure in white remained, guarding the Stone Bridge.
The Divine Race Greatsword still stood beside him, but the Divine Race remnant soul who had wielded it had dissipated...
The Giant God's remnant soul seemed not to have held on much longer after Su Mo arrived.
Upon the Stone Bridge, the white-clad figure and that greatsword stood towering, like two divine bodies barring the way above the world.
Desolate and alone...
Yes, just as the dissipated remnant soul of the Giant God had said, the Divine Race were people too. They too had seven emotions and six desires. How could they not be lonely?
But even in loneliness, what needed doing still had to continue!
How similar the Su Mo of today was to Su Eternal Life, who had once stood guard alone on the banks of the Long River in the Third Heaven.
The years flowed like water; time passed, and all things changed.
Seen from within the Long River, that figure in white was like a statue, standing upon the Stone Bridge without moving so much as a fraction!
The world still moved onward in verdant abundance.
But with no new people being born, the First Heaven, like the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, was empty of people after only a hundred years...
In the Mortal Realm,