The Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance bore the brunt.
It was too wealthy, and the karma it had accumulated over the ages was too vast.
In that confrontation, Ji Yan personally took the field, playing a game across the distance against over a thousand True Immortals of the Nine Provinces. Like drawing out silk and stripping away a cocoon, he crushed one scheme spanning the ages after another. Yet when the moment came to truly test their mettle, Ji Yan held something back and took half a step away.
He did not launch an all-out war. There was not even a wisp of gunsmoke.
That year.
The Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance contracted its sphere of influence throughout the Nine Provinces Heavenly Continent. Its once-unrestrained expansion had naturally encroached without restraint on the interests of far too many races and Dao lineages. Now that the times had changed, it could no longer suppress them by force.
Ji Yan chose to withdraw from the raging current and watch the gathering storms for the time being.
Many years later.
The Human Dao Pavilion, the Holding Origin Sect, the Tai Xuan Ascension Hall, and others were quietly and orderly leaving the Nine Provinces Heavenly Continent. Everything they had wanted, even the chance to indulge their fighting spirit, had been attained over those hundreds of millions of years. They knew when to stop.
Staying any longer would have meant not knowing what was good for them.
The Holding Origin Sect was the first to embark on the journey "home." Xiao Sheng was thrilled, his heart surging with emotion. It had been far too many years since he had felt such a stirring within.
Karma Immortal Boats that blotted out the sky and sun traversed heaven and earth at full speed.
"Brother Xiao!"
"Brother Si Kong."
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