Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, another two hundred years had passed.
In the abyss, numerous figures were still cultivating quietly.
From time to time, someone would soar up from the Great Emperor’s Dao Field and head towards the Tower of the Myriad Heavens.
At the top of the tower, two figures, as if shrouded in mist, stood quietly.
Only their eyes, filled with an Emperor's Might, looked down upon the abyss before them.
Two hundred years passed in a flash in their eyes.
But compared to the peaceful abyss, the Eastern Domain outside had undergone earth-shattering changes in these two hundred years.
The battlefield of the Eastern Domain was now laid bare before the eyes of all powers, including the Northern Domain, the Southern Domain, and the Western Domain.
Many great clans and top-tier factions were observing this war.
A number of great factions had sent reinforcements, but since it was not their own territory, the combat power of the reinforcements was limited.
Not every faction could be like the Su Family of the Northern Domain, whose family ancestor went in person.
And on the battlefield of the Eastern Domain, the ones who would ultimately decide victory or defeat were at least Quasi-Emperor level experts.
"It seems this great calamity cannot be avoided..."