The batch of ordinary people in this world had already been completely replaced by a new batch in a hundred years. Some weaker evolvers had even died from illness and old age.
Ordinary evolvers had fleeting lives in this Land of the Fallen. Their lifespans would only increase somewhat following the growth in their cultivation. However, even gods would walk to the end of their lives after six or seven hundred years.
"It's been a hundred years," Chu Feng softly sighed. He felt an indescribable sense of having been through good and bad times. An era had passed and mortals faced a generational change in one hundred years. The many traces of their previous life no longer existed anymore.
"People really are too minute and insignificant."
