In 2018, Thanos, ruler of the universe, gathered the Six Infinity Stones. With a snap of his fingers, infinite power swept across the universe, and half of all life turned to dust.
Grief and silence engulfed every corner of the universe.
"Grandmaster, the apocalypse is upon us! Please manifest and protect your disciples!"
Inside a dilapidated Taoist temple, one figure after another vanished into nothingness. The survivors knelt before an ancient statue, wailing, their faces twisted with madness.
In an unknown place, a space without a glimmer of light lay steeped in ruin and decay. A man in a green robe suddenly opened his eyes.
Rumble!
The instant his eyes opened, the entire space trembled. The phantom image of an ancient greatsword appeared out of thin air, dispelling the darkness and revealing ancient, weathered statues. It seemed as though thousands of gods were bowing in worship to the man in green at the center.
"I... have returned."
P.S. This is a fanfiction born from a wild idea, and the plot is set...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
What kind of innate Tao body is this again? Damn it, I'm almost sick of it, okay?