“There were no gods in this world, until I created the myths of the heavens with my own hands.”
A hundred thousand years of history have vanished from the Canglan Realm. The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, and the path to immortality has fallen into decline.
Cultivators are trapped in the mortal world. Even the most brilliant among them, the masters of the sacred lands, can only await death in despair when their lifespans run out.
Su Chen, who transmigrated here, looked at the [Mythology Editor System] awakened in his mind and quietly opened the entry for “Ancient Heavenly Court.”
Since this world held no trace of immortals or gods, he would personally invent a glorious, vast “Primordial Past” for it!
As Su Chen gradually projected fragments of Investiture of the Gods, the Great Calamity of the Journey to the West, and the Primordial Universe across the starfields of the heavens, the immortals, demon lords, and undying powerhouses who stood at the pinnacle of the universe watched an era in which “a sage’s fury rekindles the forces of water, fire, and wind,” and plunged into wild speculation:
“So the cultivation we’re so proud of doesn’t even make us ants before the Primordial Sages?!”
“Quick! We must spend the entire sect’s resources and find the remnants of the Ancient Heavenly Court, even if it costs us our lives! It’s our only hope of survival!”
Meanwhile, Su Chen leisurely sipped tea in the Taichu Library. Looking at the astronomical number of karma points on his status panel, he smiled faintly.
“Don’t rush. The Six Paths of Reincarnation in the Underworld, lectures at the Purple Heaven Palace… I’ll manifest them for you soon.”
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