I am an ancient god left behind in the Divine Realm. Before the great calamity that would engulf heaven and earth, I chose to sleep through it. When I woke up, I found the entire Divine Realm consumed by scheming and materialism. Worst of all, the moment anything went wrong, people threatened to “take all three realms down with them.” I looked at the scant traces of immortal energy throughout the Divine Realm, then at the vast, surging sea of immortal energy in my dantian, and couldn't help asking: Wait, have all three realms become this fragile and yet so reckless?
