One year later.
Little Three-Eye wore a ragged robe that did not fit him. He was gathering dried bones and digging up the ground, because these things could be exchanged for immortal Dao resources. In Sin City, there was no justice to speak of, only slaughter and fear.
He kept his head lowered, his expression hidden.
Even his third eye was concealed in the shadows, looking as though it had closed completely.
Clack...
The crisp sound echoed across the desolate land as he slowly walked through it, like a walking corpse.
A hundred years later.
An earth-shattering upheaval erupted in Sin City. Yin spirits entered the world, bringing calamity in their wake.
Little Three-Eye did not flee. Instead, he chose to remain.
He no longer had anything to look forward to. Wherever he stayed, it was all the same. As for his identity as a member of the Three-Eyed Ancient Immortal Race, or anything about the Eternal Immortal Frontier, none of it mattered much.
A place no one cared about.
Little Three-Eye quietly lived on here, while countless cultivators in the world believed his race had long since gone extinct.
That same year, much else had happened across the world over the past century.
Across the five Supreme Wall Domains, the Cosmic Realm's ten top powers had begun making tentative contact. This was a terrifying signal, one that made countless True Immortals' hearts skip a beat. No powerful figure in this world had ever wished for those ten top powers to have any contact with one another.
It would deal an unimaginably massive blow to the cultivation landscape they knew.
But there was nothing they could do. The news had already spread throughout Tianshu. In their respective Immortal Domains, countless True Immortals watched this contact intently, fearing it might