One day.
Two days.
Three days.
Streams of light flew out from the Void Realm.
Some were ordinary cultivators, while others were geniuses or guards of the Six Great Forces.
The Six City Lords had departed early, for Eleventh Rank Venerables, they wouldn't spend more time on this. At this realm, they must continually condense one small world after another within their bodies, striving to elevate their realm further.
Each City Lord has their own method of world condensation.
No matter how strong the Void Venerable is, his methods aren't suitable for them.
Therefore, for them, obtaining the legacy is really quite pointless.
They can't possibly destroy their inner worlds entirely and start over.
Instead, it's better to leave the opportunity for the younger generation, to see if any good seedlings might emerge.
It's merely a wait of three years.
For an Eleventh Rank Venerable, three years is akin to a few breaths or a short nap for a mortal.
