Day by day, month after month.
One year, two years, three years...
There is no calendar in the mountains, and the cold ends without knowing the year.
As Ye Chen cultivated in seclusion, time hurried by, and the seasons cycled, passing unnoticed. Twelve years had elapsed in the world.
Twelve years might not seem long, but neither is it short. It's a long time for mortals, but for cultivators whose lifespans run into hundreds or thousands of years, it's just a brief period.
Yet, during these particular twelve years, a particularly glorious and remarkable transformation had transpired throughout the Heavenly and Myriads of Realms.
It seemed to confirm many ancient prophecies that, following the Mythical Era, there would be a hope to ascend to emperorship in this world.
And now, although the hope for ascension had not yet truly been realized, the golden age had erupted and was already sweeping through the Heavenly and Myriad Realms.
