# Chapter 1610: Three Hundred Years in the World
This era was filled with sorrow, bringing grief and pain to all.
A hundred years had passed. Some wounds could not be healed even by time itself. Many things could never return, while certain scars were forever etched into the heart.
A hundred years of solitude. Some people spent these decades in lonely vigil, quietly waiting and gazing into the distance. A hundred years of searching. Some traversed the starry skies, bitterly pursuing the footsteps of those who had departed. A hundred years of pain. Some licked their wounds, recuperating in the shadows.
Time flowed on. Thus passed a hundred years. The Dark Calamity had ended, yet it left behind indelible pain and bitterness for this era.
"Master, where are you?!" Ye Tong and the others roared, searching across the starry skies but finding nothing, their tears spilling across the cosmos.
"Divine Son, I know you're still alive. You will return." Little Que'er departed in dejection.
The wind blew down yellow leaves. Another autumn had arrived. A chill crept in, carrying a killing intent like the slash of a blade. This deep autumn was cold, biting, and chilling to the heart.
That battle had ended. All the races of the heavens had shed much blood and tears. Too many wounds still needed time to slowly heal. Countless commoners had died unnatural deaths, and far too many heroes had fallen.
Emperor Void and Eternal Universe Great Emperor were remembered by all races, their kindness cherished, for they had given too much. Gai Jiuyou was also celebrated by the world. Those words—"Who dares to fight me?"—still seemed to echo in people's ears. Though his end was tragic and solemn, that radiance still remained.
Stars flickered and died. Tides rose and fell. What was lost could never be recovered. Those who achieved immortality in time could only live on in people's memories.
"That battle claimed too many lives. What a pity. How many heroes were buried in foreign lands, spilling blood beyond the domains. Many didn't even leave behind their names."
"A single wave in the long river of time splashed up a soaring light, stirring people's emotions."
All races held memorial services. It wasn't just Ji Zi, Jiang Taixu, and Gai Jiuyou. Tens of thousands of powerful races across the universe had sent their heroes to fight. Some died on their own ancestral stars. Others rushed to the outer domains. Though they couldn't approach the battlefield, they had been fearless and had tried, shattering outside the war zone.
Only Quasi-Emperors could enter the battlefield, and without exception, they all died in battle!
Carefully counting, more than a dozen Quasi-Emperors had fallen. Their blood spilled beyond the domains. Those at this level in the universe had been nearly wiped out!
These were the strongest of the strong, the elites of the world. Some even had hope of attaining the Dao. Yet they all died like this, falling in the most terrifying Dark Calamity.
They became heroes of their races, firmly remembered, passed down through stories, becoming the mark of an era, known to every woman and child in their clans.
Those who had fallen were the greatest heroes of this era. Could not a single one have survived? People had once hoped, wishing for a miracle.
Yet, a hundred years of solitude passed. Not a single hero returned against all odds. No matter how transcendent you were in life, how gifted by heaven, once you fell, you fell.
"Ask the world—is there reincarnation?" Many powerful clans mourned bitterly, roaring at the heavens as a whole, hoping that their fallen supreme heroes might one day reappear in the world.
But could this come true? When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out. There was no reincarnation to begin with. How could there be talk of rebirth? There was no next life. This was the consensus of many powerful cultivators.
Such questioning of heaven was merely a form of emotional sustenance, an expression of grief and anger. Only a few held onto hope, wishing for a miracle to occur.
The old Great Sages sighed softly. Since they had died, they could not reappear. Even the ancient Great Emperors were like this. They did not use this to be reborn, did not hope for the future, only fought for the present.
If there was one exception, it was undoubtedly Amitabha.
The Buddhist sect firmly believed that the next life was not illusory. It could be awaited. In the long river of time, there would always be two similar flowers—one withering, one blooming. The most beautiful radiance lay in the future.
After this day, some golden-bodied Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Dharma-Protecting Heavenly Kings from the Amitabha Ancient Star Domain set out, searching everywhere for the fallen elite of the Buddhist sect.
A hundred years of time, a hundred years of sorrow. Everything was finally coming to an end. An era had passed.
In the ruins of blood and bone, there was also new hope. A group of young experts had grown up. They had witnessed the bloodiest calamity in history, seen one peerless expert after another rush forward like moths to a flame, dying in battle without hesitation. This had deeply moved them from a young age, forging their willpower. Moreover, having sensed the rampage of supreme aura, they surpassed the previous generation after growing up.
Though many had died, the generation tempered by iron and blood shone with dazzling light. They had grown strong amidst the flames of war, filling many fallen saint positions.
In these hundred years, the world was not peaceful. Many things happened. The Underworld appeared forcefully, manifesting in the mortal world. Endless ghost soldiers crossed the star domains, collecting the corpses of fallen experts.
For this reason, many bloody battles broke out across various regions. These were localized wars after the darkness had ended, once causing widespread panic.
"At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The Underworld is the final destination of all souls."
These words, spoken by someone unknown, once caused terror. Ghost soldiers crossed the borders for a hundred years, and some mysterious ancient domains were in chaos for a hundred years.
Finally, they vanished again, eerily.
Furthermore, deep in the universe, a great star's seal loosened. A massive army marched forth, attacking distant lands. Finally, after a hundred years of bloody campaigns and punitive expeditions, a great immortal bell rang out. They were defeated and retreated, leaving behind many corpses.
Over the past hundred years, many destroyed homes had been rebuilt. On the shattered Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert, Buddha light appeared. The sound of sutra chanting came from a few temples.
The Big Dipper had been moved with great power to bring the sun, moon, and stars. Great Xia, Jiuli, the Ji Family, the Jiang Family, and others also rebuilt their clan grounds amidst the ruins.
It was the same everywhere. The Yuhua Star Domain, the Tongtian Star Domain, the Gouchen Star Domain, the Huosang Star Domain... All powerful clans were recuperating, seeking to recover in the shortest possible time.
When two hundred years had passed since the Dark Calamity, all the domains of the heavens emerged from the shadow of bloodshed. Their populations had fully recovered, and a scene of prosperity appeared.
The broken ancient paths in the starry skies were repaired. Many heroes set foot on the trial paths, tempering themselves, wishing to shine brilliantly in this era.
Time was the greatest power in the world. Under its harmonizing influence, everything could slowly change.
When another few decades passed, all races had become completely prosperous. There was a faint omen of a golden age descending. It was hard to imagine that a great calamity had once occurred.
"Truly a great era. Almost all physiques have appeared, blooming with the most brilliant radiance!"
"Unimaginable. The prophesied golden age has arrived, coming after the great calamity!"
From destruction to recovery, then to the emergence of vitality, then to thriving prosperity, and finally to extreme flourishing... This process was astonishing.
In the past, there had been experts of various physiques. Many survived the great calamity. Now, even more "divine seedlings" from the ancient, primeval, and mythological eras had appeared. It could be said that a hundred flowers were blooming, and a galaxy of stars was shining.
People had once believed that with the opening of the Immortal Path, this era would enter the most powerful golden age in history. Who would have thought it would be the most tragic calamity?
The universe itself had been shattered. All races had been bloodily purged, nearly pushed to the brink of destruction.
At this point, no one believed the golden age would appear. They thought all prophecies were wrong.
But facts proved that there would always be surprises. The will of heaven and earth was unpredictable.
The golden age had arrived, coming after the blood calamity. Ten thousand flowers bloomed together, illuminating the universe with the most brilliant light. Stars shone brightly. All kinds of powerful physiques that should only exist in legends now coexisted in this era!
"Unbelievable. A hundred years ago, someone saw the Immortal Heavenly Blade crossing the universe, splitting endless stars, seizing the immortal light left behind after the Immortal Path collapsed, just to nourish a stone egg. A hundred years have passed. Someone has seen that heaven-startling blade light again. That creature must have been born for many years!"
"Is it true? Someone has also seen the Chaos Body!"
"Yin Tiande is almost invincible under heaven!"
"Is Yao Guang going to claim kingship in the world?"
The world buzzed with discussion. One dazzling divine star after another rose, illuminating the universe, piercing the sky of this era, blooming with the most blinding light.
Songs of clashing war, figures of stunning beauty—all eyes were upon them. All races sighed in admiration.
Another few decades passed. The three hundredth year arrived. The world gradually moved toward the peak of prosperity. This was a great era unseen in ten thousand years. Though the supreme experts of all races had fallen in that battle long ago, they had long since been replaced.
Bloodlines that had only appeared in the mythological era now emerged, shocking the mortal world, shining eternally, drawing the attention of the entire world.
This was a glorious era. This was an unparalleled golden age. And the people of this era were fortunate to witness its arrival!
In the cold universe, on the former battlefield, one group of people left after so many years, and another group would come. They searched for the remnants of the past. Some came to pay respects, to commemorate their ancestors. But more came to find fragments of Imperial Artifacts—those were supreme immortal materials. Melting even a small piece into one's own weapon would greatly increase its power.
Unfortunately, so many years had passed. So many Imperial Artifacts had shattered, yet even now, not many had been found. They were still buried in the boundless star domains.
"Where did so many immortal materials go? Those weren't just one or two heavy artifacts. Almost all the Imperial Dao weapons of this era were destroyed. How could only so little remain? They must have been collected by someone with intent, unknown to outsiders."
People were unwilling to accept this. Though they had this thought, they hadn't given up searching. After all, the universe was too vast. No one could say for sure which regions that great battle had affected.
Perhaps those Imperial blood, weapons, and broken corpses were still floating somewhere, in some unknown corner. If found, they would be a treasure trove that would shock the mortal world.
The Dark Calamity was long past. Gradually, fewer and fewer people came to the cosmic battlefield to pay respects to Emperor Void, Eternal Universe Great Emperor, and Gai Jiuyou. Most came to seek treasures and Imperial blood.
The Imperial war had ended. The blood calamity was far away. Now, people's attention was focused on one stunning figure after another who had risen. Yin Tiande, Yao Guang, and other names shook the starry skies, shining with radiance, drawing the world's attention.
And in the desolate cosmic borderlands, blood and bones floated. There was no light, no warmth—only darkness and cold. The weapons that accompanied them had long since shattered, stained with blood—proof of those who had forgotten life and death, who had once fought desperately against the Supremes.