High Martial Era: I Awakened the Art of Space and Time

"What do you mean, the only way to kill you is to erase every version of you that exists across all timelines?"

"What do you mean, you're in the Myriad Domains, so there's no way to hurt you?"

"What do you mean, an extraterrestrial god burns his divine core to attack and force Lu Ming, the human race's young supreme, into certain death, only for the one who walks toward him to be Lu Venerable, from the future timeline: the true ruler of Galactic Civilization, the Myriad Worlds' twin enforcer of the human race, the one who can suppress galaxies with a snap of his fingers?!"

"What do you mean, a giant hand suddenly reaches out from beyond the void of the Myriad Worlds and scatters an entire immortal martial civilization?!"

Lu Ming's response: all he knows is that his left hand, "Time," deals high damage, and his right hand, "Space," deals high damage!

The vast river of alternate dimensions stretches on without end. Divine snails bear starfields on their backs as they roam between wormholes. Nine Nether Flowers take root in black holes, holding up the stars of the Myriad Worlds. Divine phoenixes and giant dragons feed on the sun and moon, reigning supreme over the starry sky!

In immortal martial civilizations, old men bearing coffins roam forbidden life zones. In primordial civilizations, a single blade of grass can sever countless galaxies, and a grain of dust can fill three thousand worlds. In netherworld civilizations, billions of undead calamities kneel before the throne of the Death Monarch, offering up the vast worlds in a blood sacrifice... Climbing the path to godhood, treading the road to immortality, composing a tragic song of blood and fire in the blink of an eye!

My name is Lu Ming. When the human race was weak and insignificant, I forged a path of hope. When the human race rose to power, I made the Myriad Worlds hear my name!