Decades passed.
Lin Fan returned to the mortal world once more. The dharma-ending age persisted, spiritual energy was thin, and everything had dimmed. This truly was no longer a world suited to cultivation.
Time was merciless, ceaselessly harvesting the lives of the older generation of powerhouses.
Over all these years, who knew how many renowned elders had passed away in meditation, their blood and vitality dried up, their lifespans exhausted, dying of old age amid the passage of time.
One could only sigh. The arrival of the dharma-ending age was no blessing for any living being. Lifespans had plummeted!
Once, beings in the escape one realm could live a million years. Now, they could not even survive ten thousand. For the old monsters, it was an utter catastrophe.
Except for a handful of cultivators who could still cling to life with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, figures like that had almost vanished.
Most terrifying of all, some supremes had unleashed dark turmoil to stave off aging, harvesting the life energy of countless beings.
Living beings were plunged into misery, blood rained down, and bones piled high. Cultivators, whose numbers had already dwindled, became scarcer still.
In particular, great cultivators were almost nowhere to be seen. They had become food for the supremes, hunted down one after another.
"In wretched times, the twisted darkness of human nature truly reveals itself to the fullest," Lin Fan said with a sigh.
This was a calamity everyone faced, a tremendous scourge.
He set out again, wandering for many years, without joy or sorrow. After becoming a supreme, his horizons had broadened, and he had grown accustomed to the countless faces of human life.
Of course, he also continued cultivating, seeking insight and comprehending the Dao in the dharma-ending age, accumulating gains little by little.