Tang Meng was taken aback, her expression becoming serious.
Seeing the situation, it was no joke.
We rise up?
How could she not want that?
Every day she thought about how to rise.
But their cultivation speed was slow, the strongest currently being the Third Grandmaster, who hadn't broken through the fourth realm to reach the rapid pace of the Path Maker civilization's fleeting life-cycle!
The civilization's speed couldn't keep up!
In reality, it wasn't considered slow anymore. It had only been two years from scratch to now, and they already had a Third Realm Grandmaster, showing a terrifying speed.
But it was still far from enough.
The Path Maker civilization, the fourth realm, was a threshold separating the world of gods and mortals.
"We are mortals; without entering the fourth realm, we are ultimately ants. The difference in time flow is too great...."
