1543 March (1)

Time moved on.

More and more species arrived to the Ti Tuo continent from various places of chaos. Some were refugees whose universes were destroyed, and some were taken there by Yin Que.

The number of forces gathered was multiplied by several fold in the blink of an eye.

In the passing of the few thousand years prior, their number surpassed the statistics from past eras.

There were no counters nor rooms in the enormous, pebble-shaped store. It was empty, but it seemed to contain an infinite space, which would be enough to swallow an entire universe.

"Are you ready?" said the Mother of Chaos as she quietly watched Su Ping come out from his cultivation sites' outings.

Ten thousand years had passed. Su Ping was emitting a mature yet discreet aura at the moment. His appearance was the same, but his eyes were deep and bright, as if able to see through everything.

"I've already hit the bottleneck," he said.