As the hundred-year deadline approached, the Abyss became unprecedentedly quiet.
Everyone was in a final sprint with their cultivation, with no one idly chatting.
Even among clansmen, not half a word was exchanged; all were immersed in their own final push in cultivation.
Although the vast majority of them knew they had no chance to compete for the position of a True King, and that even becoming a True King's Deputy would be difficult, cultivating in this Great Emperor's Dao Field and within the Tower of the Myriad Heavens, an Emperor Armament, yielded twice the results with half the effort.
This was an extremely rare opportunity.
Once the True King was selected after the hundred years, everyone would have to go to the battlefield, and they would naturally no longer be able to continue improving here.
When that time came, it would be a life-and-death battle against the Ancient Demons.
Every bit of strength they gained now would increase their chances of survival then.
A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
While the Immortal Kings in the Abyss were in their final sprint, the Eastern Domain did not quiet down as the Emperors had imagined.