Chapter 1162: Ten Years (1/2)

Ten years was the final chance of survival that Lu Yun could create for the denizens of the world of immortals. The planet itself wouldn’t be destroyed as the yin spirits only wanted to kill what was alive in it.

Under the full power of the Timelight Tower, time in the outer realms flowed faster. Ten years in the cosmos meant fifteen years in the space around the world of immortals.

Although it was only five additional years, those five years were exceptionally valuable.

It wasn’t hard to speed up time in one area, but the outer realms were too large. They included an inner cosmos, which was the night sky visible from the world of immortals. The Timelight Tower had to act in conjunction with Mount Vastspace to cover all of the outer realms.

Lengthening ten years to fifteen was the most that Jing Huaci and the Yin Prince could do at the moment.

Time was still a taboo as there was no concept or power of time within the chaos and Hongmeng. It only existed within the worlds, and not because the worlds were more primitive, but because they were stronger than the chaos and Hongmeng.

In the eyes of the fourth realm, the chaos and Hongmeng were just cages. They weren’t actual realms, but the worlds—weakest of them all— was a true realm. The cause for that was due to the existence of time.

Time and space were the two great taboos that supported the worlds.

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In these precious ten years, the world of immortals released all of its potential and improved at a furious pace. All sorts of resources were unsustainably excavated and exploited. Many precious spirit roots, even of solitary specimens, were completely dug up and none left for regrowth.

None of that was important. It was imperative that the immortals grew stronger so they could contend against the dead spirits in the cosmos.

Hellfire still blazed in the cosmos. Any yin spirits that darted out of the crack, no matter their cultivation realm, were reduced to ashes the moment they ventured out.

Lu Yun sat motionlessly within space during these ten years, as if he’d died by the World Gates. In reality, he was operating formula dao with all of his strength and deriving all possible futures.

However, the future of the world of immortals remained a hazy fog no matter what he tried. He couldn’t see anything—a situation that’d only ever occurred when he tried deriving the great war a hundred thousand years ago.

“Seriously, what is with that great war?! Why can’t I determine anything about it even now?” Lu Yun’s brows knit together.

Not only he, but Tianqi—someone who’d personally experienced that war—couldn’t remember what’d taken place. He didn’t even know who’d forested the world of immortals with all those tombs.

Most of the ancient tombs in the world had been excavated, but there was still a sizable thirty percent that remained untouched. Danger and opportunities too great were nurtured inside.

Lu Yun repeatedly tried to calculate the future, but he ran into the same inconclusive result again and again. This was certainly the hand at work of an existence too strong to be comprehended.

Lu Yun was now the sacred prince of Inception Palace and acknowledged by the highest orders of the chaos. The seeds of immortal dao had taken root in the chaos and were slowly assimilating into all chaos beings. There was nothing in the chaos that he could not calculate.

If there was, then it originated from the third realm.