Time passed, a hundred years in the blink of an eye.
For Immortals with infinite lifespans, this was but a negligible moment.
Yet for the overall situation of the human race, it was a critical period.
At least, this was the case for the Third Daohuo.
Because the Third legitimate high ancestor Daohuo had extinguished, its lineage completely severed.
This was a very significant event, to the extent that a slight gloomy shadow appeared on the three most central Divine Bells of Enlightenment.
But this price seemed to be within acceptable limits.
For they were also consolidating their power, beginning to withdraw from the world.
But this was also the beginning for Wei Cheng.
He had finally waited for this day, one Reflective Sky Lamp after another flew out, hanging high above Baihe Fairyland, inside of each Sky Lantern the Dao Fire burned brightly, its light dispelling the darkness and forming a mysterious rhythm.
