Lin Fan returned to the Imperial Pass.
By now, this place had instead become the only intact region in all the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, leaving everyone sighing with sorrow.
He stood alone, gazing at the shattered ancient lands floating in the universe. He felt a little melancholy, yet did nothing.
"This is for the best. Scattered apart, they won't all be wiped out when war comes!" Lin Fan sighed softly.
At his level, he could have repaired heaven and earth if he spent some time on it, but he did not.
For as long as the Dark Turmoil continued, disaster would always return. The shattering of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths was only a matter of time.
"This world... who knows in which epoch it will finally revive..."
Time flew, and over a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
During this period, the injuries of Second Under Heaven, the Yellow Dao Immortal Gold Daoist, Gu Ancestor, Meng Tianzheng, and the others had mostly healed.
Yet everyone faced a new problem: cultivation in this world had become increasingly difficult, its environment even harsher than that of the Dharma-Ending Age.
For Immortal Kings, this hardly mattered. They had long since become eternal and undying, free to enter and leave the Myriad Heavens and Domains without restraint.
Human Path Cultivators, however, were different. Without a good cultivation environment, even the mightiest scriptures they mastered were merely flowers in a mirror and the moon upon water.
It was as though their path had been severed at the very first step. There was truly nothing they could do.
"It's time. Let's enter the Immortal Domain!" Lin Fan proposed.
He was not alone. The other Immortal Kings also intended to go. Compared with their barren homeland, that was where immortals