My name is Ji Xuan, and I have lived for 80,000 years before I understood the truth about this world. In the beginning, there was no sky or earth, and it was as chaotic as an egg yolk. I slept in it for a while, and when I opened my eyes, I held an ax to split the heavy fog. The clear air rose to form the sky, and the turbid air sank to form the earth. This world is called Prehistoric. There are nine suspended continents floating in the sea of clouds. Each continent is pressed with the corpse of an ancient divine beast. The flesh and blood have turned into mountains and rivers, the bones have become mineral veins, and the essence has condensed into spiritual sources. Later, some people harvested spiritual sources to refine magical weapons, while others swallowed the blood of divine beasts and changed their lives against the will of heaven. Powerful people from all over the world compete for the innate Tao Seed. Whoever gets it will be able to attain the status of a true god before the world returns to chaos. But no one knows why that sky-opening ax recognizes me as its master.
