Ye Futian focused on cultivation. He had demon beasts under his control in the outside world, so he would know if anything major happened.
After he led the army to fight everywhere for three months, the War of the Six Realms was not as aggressive as before. Even though war still existed in the Six Realms, it was much more peaceful than before. The invaders from the three realms did not dare to kill mindlessly anymore.
Time passed quickly. A few decades passed in the snap of a finger. Of course, this was the time in Ye Futian's world.
That day, Ye Futian sat cross-legged on a divine mountain in his Micro World. His entire body dazzled, and light flowed across him. In the span of a breath, he seemed to produce limitless vitality. If he spat out a hot breath, it would make the sun hotter. When he spat out a cool breath, it made coldness shroud the world. All of his actions, even his inhale and exhale, could affect the operation of this universe.