“The lowest of the low in the Primordial World, a woodcutter who raised his axe just to earn enough for two measures of rice. Who could have guessed that one swing would go astray and chop through the roots of Buzhou Mountain! In an instant, the sky tilted northwest and the earth sank southeast. Hongjun frowned, Nuwa paled, and even the Heavenly Dao thundered a warning. But Jiang Duanyue wiped away his sweat as the System’s notification rang out: ‘Ding! You have felled a primordial sacred tree, Buzhou Mountain. Reward: Saint-level fortune and the Chaos Sword Qi Art!’ From then on, he felled primordial spiritual roots to obtain the Chaos Bell, chopped down the Tree of Fate to change his own fortune, and when he reached the Saints’ doorstep... ‘This damned Heavenly Dao has locked the Primordial World down for countless years. Today, I’ll loosen its bones for it!’”
