The heavens held unforeseen storms, and turmoil swept the Cosmic Realm once more.
At some unknown point, the age of the ten great powers of heaven and earth quietly passed, giving way to a great age in which the mighty reigned supreme. These peerless beings no longer spared factions or races a glance, for such things were utterly useless.
Countless Immortal Emperors, Immortal Venerables, and Immortal Ancestors emerged in this age.
Within their respective webs of personal karma, they dismantled the eternal Immortal Dao system built by the ten great powers. When one whale fell, all things flourished; when ten whales fell... heaven and earth flourished. The great Dao competition grew fiercer and more spectacular.
People gradually began to speak of individual peerless beings-this Immortal Venerable, that Immortal Emperor-rather than factions, races, and the like.
Who knew how many years passed.
The age in which the mighty reigned supreme quietly drew to a close, and vast civilizations of myriad settlements began to rise, generation after generation. During the age of the mighty, the countless territories of heaven and earth had been somewhat lawless; these settlements had originally been nothing more than weak races banding together to protect themselves.
Later, they began integrating the ten thousand clans and their eternal foundations, establishing civilizations uniquely their own.
The greatest treasure in this world...
Was not some peerless immortal treasure, rule immortal artifact, or Longevity Immortal Herb, but this undying world whose heritage had never been severed. Beneath its heavens lay so very much wisdom left by the ancients, the insights of great cultivators into heaven and earth, and an awe-inspiring eternal immortal history.
Under these conditions.
Immortal Dao civilizations were born through all manner of chance encounters and coincidences.
A faction could be called an alliance of the ten thousand clans,