I Never Knew I Was the Dao Ancestor

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Great Dao collapsed. A stirring battle that would tear open the heavens began. The living beings of the mortal world ascended one after another, while the ancient divine court shattered and fell into ruin.

Tens of thousands of years later, heaven and earth were cut off from one another. The nine heavens and ten lands each followed their ordered cycle of reincarnation.

There was a sword immortal who sang wildly of the green lotus, high-spirited, whose sword's light chilled nineteen provinces.

There was a scholar who read for eight thousand years, refining a river of literary fortune into a galaxy that shone brilliantly.

There was a Daoist with the bearing of an immortal, his wide sleeves fluttering as he rode a white celestial deer across the mortal world.

There was a martial artist whose fists blazed like the sun, guarded by dragons and elephants. One punch, and heaven and earth trembled...

Much later, a young man walked out of a small town. He lit a lamp, saw a mountain, wandered through a city, and guarded a pass...

He crossed mountains and rivers, never forgetting that spring breezes still blew across the world. Even the biting chill of early spring was nothing to fear.