"It seems you’ve figured it out," the Divine Emperor said with a smile.
"Time Emperor," Xu Zimei spoke word by word.
The Path of Time that left the Divine Emperor helpless on the Yuan Central Continent, Xu Zimei could only think of the Time Emperor himself.
He was the second Great Emperor of the Era of Emperors.
He was not of the human race; there were rumors that he hailed from a very ancient Cang Race.
He became an emperor through the power of time and space, and his personal identity and whereabouts were also very mysterious.
Very few people had seen his true face, and to the people of the Yuan Central Continent, he was probably one of the most mysterious Great Emperors of the Era of Emperors.
"What does he want to do?" Xu Zimei asked, puzzled.
"I don’t know," the Divine Emperor shook his head.
The view in front of them was constantly changing, with light shining upon the earth.
The ruins that were once there had disappeared, and what Xu Zimei saw before him was a barren and vast plain.
There was nothing on the ground; it was empty.
At that moment, the scene suddenly changed.
That day, a group of people came to this barren plain.
Their clothing looked strange and varied, with animal skins, and some simple garments woven from leaves and branches.
After arriving at the plain, they started building houses and erecting bamboo structures.
Although their cultivation was not very strong, as Martial Artists, constructing houses was not too difficult for them.
Soon enough, a well-proportioned array of houses formed on the plain.
Initially, there were only a dozen houses, but as more and more people came to the plain,
they all settled here, and the original village gradually evolved into a town.
People lived there calmly.
Until one day, a roar of a beast echoed from the edge of heaven and earth.
People rushed out of their houses in panic, only to see a Nine-Headed Lion approaching step by step from afar.
The lion was powerful, and with just a great inhale, an endless swallowing force spread all around, sucking dozens of people into its mouth.
In the end, the humans here engaged in a great battle with the Nine-Headed Lion.
That battle led to the collapse of countless houses; nearly half of the people were tragically killed before they finally subdued the Nine-Headed Lion.
The people mourned the warriors who had died in the battle.
Eventually, they began to rebuild the destroyed houses and started to attempt to create large traps.
They studied formations, aiming to make the entire town impregnable, transforming it into a spikey iron barrel.
The humans who survived the battle banded together, eventually forming a new tribe.
The tribe was named "Cang."
At this point in the changing scene, Xu Zimei was dumbfounded.
The scene before his eyes was still evolving; though it was called an evolution, it felt just as real.
It was as if the scenario was truly happening before Xu Zimei, and he himself had become a part of it.
"This is the origin of the Cang Race," Xu Zimei said in surprise.
"Yes, the Time Emperor has reversed it with time," the Divine Emperor replied.
After the tribe was established and named Cang, the entire tribe gradually grew stronger.
As the people of Cang cultivated longer, more and more experts emerged within the tribe.
Among them were even some who had opened up to seven or eight Vein Gates.
People’s activity areas grew ever larger, and some could already kill these born from Heaven and Raised by Earth monsters on their own.
Until that day, a terrible disaster struck.
The sky was a gloomy gray, drizzled with a relentless light rain.
Monster Beasts united, and tens or even hundreds of thousands assembled to launch a torrent-like onslaught.
Despite the desperate resistance of the human race of the Cang Race, it was all in vain.
The number of monsters was simply too great, not to mention their inherent strength.
In the end, the Cang Race perished.
In the ruins left behind by the Cang Race, after several epochs had passed, people called this place the "Old Land."
"So this is the origin of the Old Land," Xu Zimei muttered to himself.
When the scene before his eyes changed to this, it ended.
Right after, the scene began to evolve again, starting from the moment humans first arrived on the plains, and it evolved once more.
It was like a movie that, after finishing its play, would repeat itself over and over again.
The only difference from a movie was that this scene truly existed within the Old Land.
The path taken to reach here had vanished; to leave the Old Land, one had to enter this evolving scene in hopes of finding an opportunity.
Xu Zimei and the Divine Emperor returned to the Divine Gate, being in the outside world once drawn into the evolution was very troublesome.
This kind of evolution was known as the Curse of the Ancient Remnants.
Those cursed by the evolution pretty much all died inside.
Each epoch, only the Great Emperors could come out unscathed, but even general Great Emperors could do nothing about this Path of Time.
"The curse will only last for half a year. It wouldn’t be too late to leave after half a year," the Divine Emperor suggested.
"Prepare a chamber for secluded cultivation for me," Xu Zimei pondered.
After arriving in the chamber, Xu Zimei sat cross-legged, the Creation Force around him surging.
His True Fate world was now completely stable.
In the current True Fate world, with Xu Zimei’s permission, a massive form of Chaos appeared within.
Gazing at the brand-new Continent, Chaos exclaimed in shock, "Master, is this the world you created?"
"I once promised you, to give the Monster Race a chance," said Xu Zimei, "At the dawn of the epoch, you are the first creature of this Era of Ruins."
"But Master, how can I develop with just one Monster Beast?" Chaos asked, puzzled.
"There will be more in the future. Do you think it’s so easy to open up a world?" Xu Zimei said indifferently.
Chaos chuckled and replied, "I’m just a bit too eager, that’s all."
Xu Zimei waved his hand, and nine drops of fresh blood appeared in the mid-air of the epoch.
This blood, which Xu Zimei had obtained in the Blood Demon Secret Realm and subsequently evolved with the Pure Moon Altar, could now be said to be extremely pure.
At that moment, when the nine drops of Essence Blood appeared, the Spiritual Energy of the Divine Continent gathered and surged around them.
The Essence Blood was wrapped individually, tumbling bit by bit under the engulfment of the Pure Moon Altar’s light.
The subsidiary altar of the Pure Moon Altar had also grown, hardly weaker than the main altar itself.
The heavens and earth blessed it with Life Force, nurturing the nine drops of Essence Blood.
For warriors of the Saint Vein Realm, they could regrow severed limbs, and as long as the Divine Soul remained intact, they could recover from even the most severe injuries.
Taking it a step further, those who ignited the Divine Fire within the Divine Vein Realm could, given enough Life Force, even be reborn from a drop of blood.
Even if only a single drop of blood remained, they could be reborn.
And at this moment, that was exactly Xu Zimei’s plan.