Time flitted by, and the years flew, just like that, two thousand years had passed.
In five hundred years, everything can change beyond recognition.
In two thousand years, even more so, it's a completely different world.
...
In an ancient, dilapidated temple, amongst the eerie Ghost Realm, a fierce battle was raging on.
"Is the spell ready yet? This old ghost hits so hard, I can barely hold on anymore."
"Of course the damage is high; it's a Yin Sha attack. I told you to stack up on magic defense, but you wouldn't listen!"
"Old Five, cast another Golden Light Spell on him; others start chanting the Returning Qi Spell for recovery."
"Heavenly Master, you should stop calling yourself that and start going by 'Turtle Spirit.' How long have you been holding onto that spell?"
"Alright, alright, eat my ultimate move—Five Thunder Spell!"
"Boom!!!"
