A verse has been passed down since the Ancient and Primordial Ages, so familiar that even ordinary people can recite it by heart:
The war between gods and demons begins, and the Sacred Venerable wipes them out with a wave of his hand.
The purple moon hangs in the sky, heralding the apocalypse, and the heirs of a hundred races are born together.
The apocalypse appears, calamity begins; divine weapons emerge from the earth, and red rain falls from the heavens.
The Sacred Venerable issues his command to quell the chaos. Yin and yang are overturned, the stars fall, and only the Sacred Venerable can divide the heavens!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
