Before long.
He solemnly put away the letters and Voice Recording Talismans, slowly donned his bamboo hat and a burlap cloak. Neither sorrow nor joy showed on his face as he silently vanished beneath the starry night.
"You do not belong to this Ancient Era, nor do you belong to this world."
A trace of indifference flashed through Chen Xun's eyes. Windblown sand lightly covered him, burying his body. No one knew where he had gone. The Ancient Academy never saw him again, nor did the Fu Shi Religion.
Later.
A world-shaking war erupted in Central Heaven Divine Province, shaking the entire Taiyi Great World. The Seven Great God Clans mobilized an army of hundreds of millions of cultivators to jointly attack the Shenyu Military Court. Great religions even defected and went to war with the Fu Shi Religion in Spirit Void Saint Province.
The flames of war rose across the Nine Provinces. After recuperating, the Demon Army swept back once more, and war raged beneath the heavens.
There were conflicts of doctrine within it, Dao Struggles, and even conflicts between races.
Under the Immortal Dao promoted by the Boundless Great World, the great merging of races was the inevitable General Trend of Heaven and Earth. Heaven and Earth Luck should belong to the living beings of great races, rather than be scattered among myriad spirits.
Only then could the Immortal Dao advance further, and only then could heaven and earth develop in the right direction!
Weak races, eliminated...
Those seemingly casual words laid bare the cold-blooded cruelty of the immortals of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Beneath the blood that made floating shields of corpses, countless small races were wiped out.
It seemed they could not even let out one final howl of despair before they were silently ground