Ten years... fifty years... two hundred years...
Two hundred more years went by, and the Immortal Clans had been reduced to a state nearly unrecognizable.
They were no longer the haughty, untouchable powerhouses they had once been. Now, they were no different from ordinary families—shunned by the rest of the world, largely because people feared the consequences of siding with them. After all, Tian Yang targeted anyone who remained close to the Immortal Clans.
With their power reduced to this pitiful state, Tian Yang could eradicate them whenever he wished. Yet he chose to let them linger, allowing the remnants of the Immortal Clans to spend their final days drowning in regret for ever offending him. As for Patriarch Gu and those directly responsible for torturing Kulas, Tian Yang showed no such mercy, and he crippled every one of them, stripping away not only their cultivation but their limbs as well.
By now, Tian Yang had ascended to the Golden Immortal realm, with Ren Xia trailing just a step behind at Silver Immortal.
Though his time within Han Zexian’s tomb had greatly accelerated his cultivation, Tian Yang’s growth had slowed sharply afterward. Even after consuming countless treasures to refine his aptitude, his talent was still merely above average.
Ren Xia, on the other hand, continued to advance at a remarkable pace. Her natural talent allowed her to steadily close the gap between them.
The only reason Tian Yang even managed to reach the Golden Immortal realm was mainly due to plundering the Immortal Confinement Dungeon after learning about its vault and finding its new location, or he would still be a Silver Immortal right now.
That said, Tian Yang’s cultivation was slightly deceiving, as he also possessed numerous powerful martial techniques that gave him a massive advantage over other cultivators, allowing him to defeat most around his cultivation with ease.
"Did you hear about the Desolate Continent? It’s no longer sealed off." Ren suddenly started the conversation as they sipped tea in a private room inside a high-end restaurant.
Tian Yang slowly placed down his teacup and responded, "Of course."
Over the years, Kulas established his own family and empire within the Desolate Continent. Then, without warning, he sealed off the entire continent, forcing out all who were not part of the Giant Race—a race he had personally created. Those who dared to resist were killed on sight.
Because of this, Tian Yang could no longer watch over him. However, since only Kulas and his family would exist on the continent, he wasn’t too worried. That said, he was curious about the reason behind the sudden seclusion.
It had been over a hundred years since then, and just as abruptly as the Desolate Continent had been sealed, it was now being reopened to the public for reasons unknown.
"Now that the Immortal Clans are no longer an issue, do you plan on visiting him?" Ren Xia asked.
Tian Yang took a moment to respond.
"I’m... not sure. It’s been almost half a millennium since we last met. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has forgotten about me."
"Are you really saying that after all this time? But if you’re truly curious whether he’s forgotten you or not, go see him."
Tian Yang raised his teacup and sipped on it before responding, "I guess so. It’s not like we have anything else to do at this moment."


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