As the years continued to pass, the atmosphere of the Cultivation World became increasingly tense.
Yet strangely enough, the secular world seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.
For mortals, fifty years was an extremely long period of time, nearly half a lifetime.
A child who had just learned how to walk might become an old man within those fifty years, and a young woman who had just married might already have great-grandchildren.
Generations would rise and fall, cities would change, and dynasties would prosper and decline.
Countless ordinary people would live their entire lives without ever knowing that above their heads, an unprecedented calamity was quietly approaching, merely treating it as a legend.
And perhaps, that was for the best.
After all, what could mortals do in the face of a catastrophe involving Immortals and Gods?
There was nothing they could do, they did not even understand what an actual Immortal Deity truly represented.
