Divine Souls Cracking, Great Calamity Looming

The Starry Sky Ancient Road continued to erupt in turmoil. Time was like a dream; the years, like a song.

Over those long years, countless cultivators vanished like dreamlike bubbles, leaving behind only the brilliance they had once radiated, gleaming against one another in the starry sky.

Twenty years passed across this ancient starry sky, leaving deep patterns behind, as archaic and resilient as heaven and earth themselves.

Yin Ai, the immortal incarnation, left with a disappointed shake of her head. She had truly escaped.

In the end, their paths differed, and they could not make plans together. She had never spoken in circles, leaving behind only one calm remark:

"If that generation's Human Emperor had not emerged, humanity's rise would ultimately have been nothing but an illusion.

"The Three Thousand Great Worlds will never produce a second Human Emperor. Your internal strife has never ceased.

"Only that generation's Human Emperor could truly unite humanity as one. That terrifying power of cohesion was enough to make every race die for him, and he had even sought to establish humanity as the foremost of all races."

Yet the years were merciless. She could not associate with someone of that generation. The human realm lifeforms of this era made her look down on them from the bottom of her heart. Humanity simply had too many schemes in their hearts—and they were shackles besides!

But that was not how one cultivated immortality. She left completely, having seen through Shi Rongxian's true purpose.

The selfish desire of one person had caused turmoil throughout the Great World, and he had even chosen the eve of the True Immortal Realm's opening. It was utterly absurd.

This was an immense insult to the myriad races of the Great World and the immortal dao sages of old.

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