A hundred years passed just like that, very quickly, a fleeting moment in the eternity of time, in an era.
However, for the ordinary people of the world, it was enough to experience birth, maturity, decline, and death. To them, it's a long life, where one's passing is like a lamp extinguished, leaving nothing behind.
Shi Hao exited seclusion, eyes gazing into the distant sky. Perhaps, the Immortal Domain Gate was about to open, and someone would bring him an invitation.
He knew it wasn't out of goodwill; most likely, it was to show him their strength, to let an unparalleled powerhouse from the Immortal Domain deter him, perhaps even bring a fatal disaster.
For a hundred years, he spent most of his time seated in the palace of the Heavenly Court, residing in the higher realms.
Shi Hao still stood atop the Peak of Extreme Path, his cultivation seemed stagnant, as if he had reached a plateau, seeing no rise or fall despite progressing forward.
