The passage of time is like a blade, cutting down all the proud.
In the blink of an eye, a million years have passed.
To mortals, a million years is an unreachable eternity, enough for a civilization to rise and fall, for seas to transform into mulberry fields, for stars to burn out their last ray of light.
Yet for cultivators, a million years is but the duration of a seclusion, a gap in enlightenment, a synopsis of a journey.
Especially for existences on the level of the Heavenly Venerate, a million years is insignificant.
Their slumber alone may last tens of millions of years.
Their enlightenment might span billions of years.
A million years, is truly just the flick of a finger.
However, in this flick of a finger's million years, the starry sky has undergone earth-shattering changes.
The biggest change is the Evil God Clan.
In the past million years, the Evil Gods have almost disappeared from the starry sky.
