[Traditional Fantasy, Reborn]
I mastered three thousand layers of the Dao, awakened a million gods and demons, then called upon the Heavenly Dao to deliver divine punishment, all so the Great Dao might reveal its perfect impartiality.
Lin Xuan's eyes were bloodshot. Pointing at the heavens, he said, word by word, "I would rather abandon this body on the battlefield. I swear to wash the sky clean with my blood. Even if the road means nine deaths and one life, I will seek the greater good and never regret it."
War drums rang across this world, and sorrow welled up in the hearts of those on the battlefield.
The gods and demons roared as they charged and laughed wildly in despair. Their roars and laughter intertwined like the laments of heaven and the howls of hell, composing a stirring song of war.
The last descendant of an ancient family unexpectedly awoke after sleeping for a hundred thousand years.
He came back to life on a continent that had undergone countless changes of era.
Once, gods and demons roamed this land, but they had all vanished without a trace, and the ancient methods of cultivation had been lost.
Why had the once-mighty ancient gods and demons suddenly fallen?
Who had buried their remains in the mausoleums?
Why had methods once considered forbidden secrets by the powerful been carved onto stone tablets?
And why had the most powerful family of old fallen from glory into decline?
Layer upon layer of mist shrouded this land, waiting for someone to uncover the answers to its many mysteries...
