A thousand eras passed in the blink of an eye. Although the long-quelled flames of war had invisibly flared up again, the overall situation in Hunyuan Space had not changed much.
Everything went as Xingmang and Yuan had predicted. The fighting did not escalate into an all-out clash between factions, instead centering more on the Progenitors who had yet to attain an immortal body.
To unravel the mysteries of their Life Cores and break free of their shackles, they fought the cultivator Lords even harder.
Those Progenitors who were already undying and indestructible rarely took part. Apart from Infinite Serpent Ancestor's lineage, which was inherently opposed to the cultivator Lords and still intervened, only Original Ancestor occasionally appeared, acting as a bodyguard to keep the fighting from spiraling out of control and leave those frenzied Progenitors a chance to withdraw alive.
Xingmang, Yuan, and the rest of the Seven Lords did not particularly mind being treated as whetstones.
After all, the other side was merely exchanging blows with them, without encroaching on the territories they already protected.
In fact, to force out another new Lord, or even several, through this brutal process of elimination, they introduced even more low-level Hunyuan lifeforms into the Holy Realms under the Cultivator Faction, making the fighting and tempering within those realms hundreds or thousands of times more intense than before.
Undercurrents surged through the heart of Hunyuan Space, within the Cultivator Faction's eight absolute territories-the Central Dark Sacred Realm of the Dark World Cluster.
In the forbidden core of the Dark Sacred Realm, at Luo Feng's Seclusion Grounds.
Layers of sealing formations surrounded the place, undisturbed for a hundred billion eras. Yet on this day, every sealing formation opened of its own accord, their flowing patterns giving off faint spatial fluctuations.
The disturbance from