"Thirty thousand years!"
Gu Qingyang thought of what Taichu had said, his eyes becoming exceptionally grave.
Now, to solve this problem, there are only two solutions. The first is to destroy the newly formed Immortal Vein, in which case the path to the Upper Realm will naturally close.
The second.
Is for the starry sky to possess power comparable to the Upper Realm within thirty thousand years.
Other than that.
There is no third way.
The first solution lingered in Gu Qingyang's mind for barely a moment before he dismissed it outright.
Destroying the newly formed Immortal Vein is akin to drinking poison to quench thirst; it would completely sever the future of the starry sky and his own path ahead.
Therefore.
In Gu Qingyang's view, the so-called two solutions are actually only one solution.
That is, in the next thirty thousand years, the starry sky must enhance its power comprehensively to face the upcoming great calamity.
