Tianhe Era: Beginning at a Barren Spring in the Wasteland

Others awakened companion spirits such as flames that could scorch the heavens or wolves that howled at the moon. Lin Yuan had only a nearly dry spring, lying all alone in the desert, unable to keep even an ant alive. That was until the ancient tree deep within his sea of consciousness awoke one day. The bones of fierce beasts from the Classic of Mountains and Seas sank to the springbed, transforming into spiritual essence... The eerie whispers of Cthulhu echoed through the underground currents... The Heavenly Dao inscriptions from the Investiture of the Gods were carved into the riverbed, as if cut by knives and chisels... A thousand years later, white-haired Lin Yuan sat upon his throne. With the slightest lift of his finger, the dry spring had become a chaotic river spanning the myriad heavens. He chuckled: “Who says a ruined spirit realm can’t annihilate all worlds?”