Time flowed on, like running water.
Vast Sea turns to mulberry fields, all things change.
Time does not shift for any single person, it presses forward all the same.
As if due to some hidden trigger, the two sides once more plunged into all-out war: the Eight Great Saint Races, the Undying Demon Race and the like, clashing with the Purple Mansion World's Human Race, Demon Race, and other clans.
In the slaughter, countless Cultivators fell, countless powerhouses died within their destined tribulations, both sides suffering grievous casualties. Yet gradually the Undying Demon Race gained the upper hand under a guise of feigned defeat; the powerhouses of the Ten Sacred Lands collapsed one after another, innumerable Cultivators perished, and territories fell one by one.
Many forces retreated, hiding within Grotto Heavens.
Many Human nations, step by step, degenerated into pastures for the Undying Demon Race, becoming penned-up food, their end truly miserable.
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