After the Journey to the West, extraordinary beings attained sainthood, the Heavenly Dao was perfected, and the primordial world entered a cycle of rebirth. A brick could manifest gods and Buddhas, while half a line of scripture could subdue a sage lord.
In the Primordial Beginning Universe, the embryonic form of the Great Dao took shape, drawing together countless worlds of every size. A perfect source world gradually began to form.
From the primordial world, peerless powerhouses, gods, and true immortals descended upon the great Primordial Beginning World.
The sages lost their positions, and a new age arrived.
Different cultivation civilizations converged and clashed, ushering in a magnificent era.
Great Zenith immortals contended, true immortals bled, and chaos began.
Survival and competition, conquest and slaughter, raged without end.
Countless prodigies, powerful cultivators, and peerless mighty ones surged forward like ships in a race, vying to cross the waves. They trod over heaps of corpses to vie for supremacy across the heavens and **the four directions.
Countless trillions of living beings absorbed essence and energy, cultivating diligently for centuries, seeking immortality and the Dao with unwavering perseverance, never daring to slacken.
Above our heads are immortals and Buddhas filling the sky. Beneath our feet are the ghosts and gods of the netherworld, and beyond them lie countless immortal sects...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
