Cultivation realms are the foundation of this universe, the ladder all living beings climb.
No one knows that this ladder to the heavens is merely a boundary casually drawn by a certain being.
His name was Taichu. Countless ages ago, he shattered his own body and concealed himself in the lowest world, becoming an ordinary mortal named Lu Chen.
He is beyond all realms. Without boundaries, invincible, eternal. With a wave of his hand, he can create or destroy universes; with a glance, he can reshape the countless ways of the cosmos.
Now, all he wants is a quiet life: drinking tea, raising a fox, and keeping his childhood sweetheart company.
But the shadows of ages past have never faded.
The green serpent he once enlightened has become the Ancestral Dragon of the Azure Dragon Realm.
The broken sword he once wielded still guards the Myriad Swords Realm.
The betrayer from the War of the Gods, which led to his self-destruction, still lurks in the shadows, waiting for a chance to strike.
And the shattered seed of primordial chaos has once again stirred greed and strife among the Thirty-Six Realms.
“I know you’re looking for me.”
Lu Chen murmured into the void, as if speaking to the entire universe.
“But please, be quiet.”
“I don’t like being disturbed while I’m drinking tea.”
In an instant, an ancient god venerable who was awakening and preparing to descend into the world was erased from existence, like writing wiped away by an eraser.
He set down his teacup. His gaze swept over the drifting clouds, reflecting the rise and fall of the Thirty-Six Realms and an ending that had long been destined.
