"At the beginning of infinity, before the primordial chaos was born, Heaven's workings divided into four nines, taking one to form the Three Thousand Great Dao."
The Dao has a spirit of its own. Within it, a world takes shape, merging into chaos and giving birth to three thousand gods and demons.
Yet within what seems to be unchanging destiny lies one variable that Heaven's workings cannot perceive.
In this world of survival of the fittest, where love is as fleeting as flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon on water, and hearts are pure and crystal-clear,
how will the newly awakened protagonist forge a legend of his own?
Let the Eternal Extremity, beyond all variables, take you on a journey unlike any other prehistoric fantasy!
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