Ten years of time, for an ordinary Great Realm, have already transformed everything and everyone, yet for powerful living creatures, it is merely a brief rise and fall in the river of time, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
As the predetermined time for the Heaven Burial Ceremony arrived, the invisible barriers and the constraints of laws enveloping the Space-Time Battlefields began to thaw like melting snow, gradually collapsing.
The first to open was Battlefield No. 5.
When the Light Gate to the outside world re-stabilized in the starry sky, representatives of various forces, sect elders, and even some emissaries of ancient clans outside couldn't help but hold their breaths, their eyes fixed closely on the exit.
Streams of light flowed, and one figure after another staggered out, either with withered auras or heavily scarred, their eyes filled with the dazedness and numbness of having survived a calamity.
