Chapter 2595

Flowers bloom and wither, wither and bloom; like a shuttle on a loom, time passes swiftly in this endless cycle of creation and destruction. For the common folk of the Mountain and Sea Realm, a year is neither long nor short. Every day is spent rising at dawn and resting at dusk, with only the joys and sorrows of a family’s births, aging, illnesses, and deaths serving to remind them of how fleeting time truly is. For the Immortal Cultivators of the realm, however, a year is usually equivalent to no more than a month in the mortal world, as their lifespans stretch for hundreds or even thousands of years, far exceeding those of ordinary humans. Yet, over the past century, Immortal Cultivators have placed particular importance on the concept of time. Each passing year brings them one step closer to the Great Heavenly Tribulation that occurs every ten thousand years. Cultivators of all sects have been racing against time, sequestering themselves in arduous training or venturing out to seek opportunities, hoping only that when the tribulation descends, they will not perish under the heavenly lightning.