As the myriad worlds underwent sublimation and the Myriad Heavens War unfolded, the pressure of the Great Dao within each realm was being released outward without limit. No one had imagined such an outcome. The Ominous Old Ancestor had spent hundreds of millions of years preparing and had long stood ready.
Yet he, too, had never imagined that all he could do now was stare helplessly.
As for the Voidlight Race and the countless affairs of the lower realms, Yu Fangshuo said nothing more, and Chen Xun asked nothing more.
It seemed that, in their eyes, the entire course of events in the lower realms no longer mattered. They looked only to the era, and only to its outcome. They left the Common People of Heaven and Earth free to create the process, without interfering overmuch.
Before long.
Chen Xun slowly gazed up at the sky, his eyes peaceful and composed.
Everything was moving toward the good.
Nothing would disrupt the ages of Eternal Antiquity, whether from without or within.
"Old Man, still no business!"
Suddenly, a languid voice came from inside the shop. It was Chen Ba Tian, grinning as he spoke. "Ascension Cultivators look down on our shop's old stock."
Having said that, he laughed even louder.
Indeed, the shop sold old stock, and old stock from the Three Thousand Great Worlds at that. These could no longer even be called cultivation goods, but rather old fossils. They had scavenged them from all over back then, and now simply put them out for sale.
They were very cheap. If someone had the affinity, they could pick something and take it away.
That had been the Old Man's original idea: clear out the old stock. Leaving it sitting there would only be a waste, so they might as well