Eight thousand years, to an ordinary mortal, is an unimaginable and terrifying lifespan, but to those ancient True Spirits who can sleep for thousands of years at a time, it is merely a few long sleeps, and in comparison to the existence of a realm, it is just an insignificant moment.
One day, eight thousand years later, in every major and minor city on the Feng Yuan Continent, where humans have now become a major power, countless ordinary mortals poured out of their homes, gathering excitedly in squares and tea houses, eagerly discussing something.
In the various streets, you could also see heavily armed soldiers walking around, while in the air, teams of sect masters frequently patrolled back and forth.
