Primordial Ruins

Time flew by in a blur.

Another two hundred years swiftly passed.

Conflict raged across the world, and most of the spiritual essence of heaven and earth gathered within blessed grotto-heavens and sects favored by destiny.

Ordinary ancient worlds gradually became lands devoid of spiritual energy. Spirits, Demonic Beasts, and human cultivators slowly became the stuff of legend.

Though the Starfall Ancient Realm had not yet reached the end of its rope, it had begun setting up great spirit-gathering formations, drawing the spiritual essence of heaven and earth toward three star islands. The mortals on the islands began to relocate, leaving behind only cultivators.

Within the Starfall Ancient Realm, mortals and cultivators became completely separated.

That day.

At Spirit Deer Peak.

Luo Chen sat at the edge of a cliff, quietly gazing into the distance.

Sun Wukong stood beside him, curiously following his master's gaze. All he saw was the Dao Source Ancient Tree, a spiritual root of heaven and earth whose thick branches stretched into the river of stars.

This spiritual root of heaven and earth had already begun to show signs of withering. Its once vibrant, life-filled branches now appeared dry and decayed, while its lush leaves were falling away.

Such a change had long been expected.

It was only that no one had expected it to come so quickly.

If the Dao Source Ancient Tree withered, every spirit herb on Dao Origin Island would dry up as well.

Luo Chen muttered to himself and glanced at his attribute panel.

Over the past two hundred years, with the arrival of the Age of Dharma Decline, his Lifespan income had fallen by a third.

It was foreseeable that this trend would continue for many long years to come.

That was something Luo Chen could not tolerate.

Although he had