Time passes quietly.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years have flown by.
In the southern region of Central State within the True Martial Realm.
Three streaks of escape light flew above the heavens, crossing the treacherous river. Three loose cultivators at the Postnatal Realm Perfection proceeded toward the True Profound Mountain. This realm isn't much different from the Primordial Core Realm of the past. By relying on the limits of the human body and some mysterious magical arts, one can momentarily fly above the ground. Long-distance flights are challenging, but crossing certain geographical obstacles is quite feasible.
The three engaged in easy conversation, carrying a sense of anticipation.
