A hundred thousand years passed like a wisp of breeze dispersed into the boundless ether, brushing across the Star Sea without a trace. Only the Great Dao endured in silence.
That year.
The Voidlight Race's "stern father," Ni Canghuan Immortal, made his entrance. He cultivated by hunting the Voidlight Race, whose very name struck terror into cultivators of countless great races throughout the Myriad Heavens and Worlds. For a time, he drew the attention of both the mighty cultivators of the myriad worlds and the powerhouses of the Voidlight Race.
Deep within the Void.
"He hunts our race for food... it seems this cultivator is ready to be harvested."
"From the rumors, he has an extraordinary treasure supporting him. It seems some formidable existence stands behind him. He must have come for our race."
"Then it seems to be the Upper Realm."
"A ninety percent chance."
"Several of our Heavenly Ancestors are campaigning in the Upper Realm. It seems the Upper Realm's cultivators want to sever our roots? They underestimate our race far too much."
Their voices betrayed not the slightest fluctuation of emotion, and they had even guessed part of Ni Canghuan's background.
How could the young spirits of their race ever be killed off? As long as these cultivators' worlds remained undefeated for even a single day, there would never come a day when their young spirits disappeared. It was a despair-inducing truth, yet no one outside their race knew it.
According to their original intentions, they should long since have destroyed the Myriad Heavens and Worlds within the Void.
But many of their Heavenly Ancestors had gone to the Upper Realm.
They had to keep pressuring the Myriad Heavens and Worlds in the lower realm, giving its countless cultivators the impetus to cultivate-in other words,