An Immortal Venerable returns to his youth
• The Myriad Worlds bow to me alone
• Reborn, I sweep aside all who dare defy me
A throne forged from the remnants of stars floated in the endless void. Billions of immortal runes flowed across its surface, each line containing enough terrifying power to crush a planet.
A young man in white sat quietly on the throne.
He looked no more than twenty, with handsome features that nonetheless bore the weathered air of someone who had outlasted time itself. As his eyes closed, it seemed that the sun and moon revolved and galaxies flickered in and out of existence. Within three feet of him, space constantly shattered and reassembled. Even the laws of the Great Dao could not bear his existence.
