Spring gave way to autumn, time flowing swiftly like a white horse passing a crevice, and three years quietly elapsed in the Great Wilderness.
Where there are living beings, there is the martial world.
The Wasteland Domain had been exceptionally turbulent in recent years. Whether they were high-level cultivators or ordinary ascetics at the bottom, everyone in this bitter sea of the mortal world fought desperately for a chance at transcendence.
Chapter 205