The age of great strife has begun.
The geniuses of the world are rising up together, competing fiercely; the ancient freaks have awakened and come with the secrets of the era. The embers of Immortal Qin, the orphans of the ancient world, the magic stars of the Middle Ages... The sleeping legends are returning one by one from the long river of time.
In this torrent of thousands of competing channels and the cycle of eras,
Lin Ye slowly raised his head and looked at the immortals, Buddhas and the ancient demons all over the sky:
"Your practice is to fight for your life against the sky and seek for that glimmer of hope."
"And my practice," he took a step calmly, all the dharmas around him became empty, and all the ways retreated, "I just want to let all things in the world return to what they should be."
This is a supreme road that begins at the end and ends in nothingness.
