Death of death, death of death.

Even in the end death begins to spread, life span is burned out, and longevity is no longer seen.

The strong are no longer strong.

1880 AD.

The spiritual energy is almost exhausted.

All the people who are cultivating immortals are terrified, but it is of no use anymore, and they will die if they fail to cultivate in a few decades.

Even Shushan, which was once glorious for a while, has become an ordinary sect.

A sect for ordinary people.

The Changliu Clan and the Seven Kills Sect were even wiped out in the long river of history, and there are no more members.

AD 1949.

The last trace of spiritual energy in the world has completely dissipated. From now on, there is no longer a cultivator of immortality, and there is no longer a single demon or monster.

They are all ordinary people.

The cultivation civilization that had been glorious for countless years, and the immortal cultivators who were once arrogant, are now all dead and wounded.

Except for some legends and records in ancient books, there is no trace of them. It is as if they never existed.

That era has finally passed.

And the person who started all this, Jiang Que, had long since left this world and returned to Qingxuan Continent, and returned to the Haoran Immortal Sect.
Chapter completed!