When Su Chen woke up from his endless slumber, the era he was familiar with had already turned into dust and was buried under the deepest strata.
The once prosperous steel city is now the legendary "Tomb of the Ancient Gods"; the luminous toys in the hands of children are now the "secret treasures" that monks fought over to death; the heroic epics that were once engraved on monuments are now incomplete "oracles" that have been arbitrarily interpreted by later generations.
He lived so long that his existence became the only living history across all eras.
Immortal cultivators pursue immortality and spend their entire lives trying to get a glimpse of the way of heaven.
As for Su Chen, he himself is a missing piece of the puzzle of "the way of heaven" and time itself.
He didn't want to compete for hegemony or show off. He just wanted to find a quiet place to piece together his forgotten memories and bask in the sunshine of this new era.
However, when the so-called "sons of destiny" and "geniuses never seen in ten thousand years" stood in front of him with their proud inheritance and adventures...
Su Chen could only sigh helplessly.
"This technique of yours was made by some incompetent registered disciple of mine when he was drunk and graffitied three thousand years ago."
"This divine sword of yours was the one I used to spear fish."
"Oh, that forbidden demon lord you are talking about? I hugged him when he was a child, but he didn't take the right path."
When the myth becomes reality, I am the only myth itself.
