Time flows like a fleeting horse, passing by in an instant.
A year in the boundless and infinite Cultivation Realm is merely a drop in the ocean, insignificant.
For those cultivators who enter seclusion for centuries or even thousands of years, with lifespans stretching several millennia.
These mere three hundred odd days are but a moment's flicker, unable to stir even the smallest ripple in the long river of cultivation years.
However, who could have expected that in this seemingly insignificant time, the winds and clouds would rise over the Cultivation Realm.
Numerous earth-shattering events occurred in succession, completely shattering the superficial peace of the past.
With the death of the old emperor of the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty, the last pillar maintaining the dynasty's stability collapsed.
For a time, the various factions within the Sun-Swallowing Dynasty, ambitious like wolves scenting blood, emerged.
