He was born in a golden age, the contemporary of Ke Haoran and Liansheng Thirty-Two. He entered the Haotian faith and revered the Master, yet a scroll of Heavenly Scriptures drove him to the brink.
He knew Liansheng Thirty-Two would fall into demonic cultivation and suffer endless calamities. He did everything he could to save him, yet time and again watched him sink deeper into the grip of fate.
He watched Ke Haoran challenge Heaven with nothing but a sword, and ultimately die with his Dao extinguished. At last, he understood: cultivate as far as you like in this world, and in the end, you are nothing but a puppet of Heaven and Earth.
So he altered the Demon Sect's cultivation arts, gathering countless powers into himself. He made his body the furnace, his blood and qi the fuel, and crossed the sea of suffering with his physical form.
He created the path of the martial artist: temper the body like a furnace, cultivate blood and qi like rivers and seas, hone the spirit into a pillar of Heaven. Unite the three, and I become Heaven.
He left his legacy in the wasteland. A thousand years later, a young man named Ning Que found his blade.
From the shadows, he watched Ning Que make his way toward the Tang Empire, watched the whole world wage war against Tang, and watched Heaven and Earth collapse.
At the Observatory Gorge, the fist he had waited a thousand years to throw finally smashed into Chen's face.
"You calculated Heaven and Earth, but did you ever calculate that there might still be a martial artist in this world?"
In the great battle against Haotian, he broke through the final realm, became a physical saint, and shattered the void to depart.
The world did not know where he went. It only knew what he said:
"I want to go see if there's a place called Earth."
