The fervent construction project on the Big Dipper Ancient Star continued for more than thirteen thousand years.
More than thirteen thousand years was an astonishing span, not merely for mortal beings, but even for powerful cultivators. Never mind Saints and Saint Kings-even Quasi-Emperors, hailed throughout the starry sky as beings who formed the bedrock of their lineages, could not endure such long ages.
The Human Race was just such a tenacious race. They multiplied generation after generation, passed on their legacies lifetime after lifetime, and roamed and explored this vast, ancient star of Big Dipper, establishing the foundations of their cultivation on this Five-Colored Continent.
During this time, countless cultivators were buried forever on the Big Dipper Ancient Star. Some died in accidents, while others reached the natural end of their lives, but without a doubt, each became a new milestone of the Dao upon this star.
Yet amid this flourishing construction, people also became aware of changes in the greater currents of heaven and earth. They realized that even as they occupied Big Dipper, the tide of the age was inevitably sweeping over them.
This universe was withering at an extraordinarily rapid pace.
At first, this decline manifested only in outward signs. An Old Medicine King on some mountaintop suddenly died without warning; the Divine Source Liquid a lineage had sealed away for ages abruptly solidified into divine source; or the light of the Sun, Moon, and Stars in the heavens no longer shone as brightly as before, the vital energy within it seemingly growing thinner.
But as the years slipped by, this decline became increasingly apparent.
Veteran cultivators suddenly noticed that their own cultivation and breakthroughs seemed to have grown more difficult. The laws of the universe, already hazy and indistinct, became even harder to comprehend, making further