Time flows like a river, and even the slightest moment is like a slippery fish—easy to grasp, impossible to hold onto. 

Before anyone knew it, five years had passed. To the Northern Sea cultivation world as a whole, five years was nothing more than a fleeting moment. The seas remained the same, and the land did not change. The war continued and was still raging fiercely. But for low-tier cultivators, five years brought countless changes. It could mean a small breakthrough, a turning point, or even the birth of a new life. 

Within Dragon Abyss Immortal City, a man with weathered eyes was rambling on as he discussed business with someone.

"Why's the price of Copper Essence different? It's up by a full twenty percent!"

"Well, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you should know Sunrise Mountain has fallen."

"Sunrise Mountain? The one with the highest copper reserves in the Northern Sea?"

"Yes. It used to be under...