From that day onward, the years slipped quietly by, and over a hundred million years passed in a flash.
During those hundred million years and more, the overall landscape of Hunyuan Space saw no upheavals. It could even be called stagnant.
The Rift continued to seep currents of nothingness outward at its original, exceedingly slow pace, neither intensifying into a rampage nor abruptly stopping.
Yet cultivation throughout Hunyuan's highest ranks had ground to a complete halt.
On the Cultivator Faction's side, no one after Luo Feng had managed to touch the Hunyuan Great Dao. In over a hundred million years, not a single new Lord had emerged.
As for the Innate Primal Chaos Lifeform Faction, its approach had become conservative to the extreme. The sight of the Annihilation Ancestor sacrificing himself for his Dao and ultimately falling had been branded into every Progenitor's heart.
Even though a few Progenitors had worked out their own methods of breaking through their Dao, methods that required risking death to find life, none dared follow his example anymore.
Everyone chose caution.
No one wanted to repeat Annihilation's fate. No one dared gamble their cultivation and their own Life Core on that infinitesimal chance of becoming undying and indestructible.
All of Hunyuan was like a pool of stagnant water.
Yet while everything outside lay quiet, an entirely different scene unfolded within Heaven and Earth Land, isolated from the world and forming a realm of its own.
Within the silent, boundless Altar, Hu Yanbo, who had sat cross-legged for countless years, slowly opened his eyes.
Within those eyes, there was no longer merely the black and white of cause and effect, nor solely the deathly stillness of effect and cause.
Two strands of Dao resonance, one black and one white, interlocked, joining head to tail to