I, the Ancient Desolate Sacred Body, Fuse Ten Heavenly Grottoes from the Start

When Jiang Ming opened his eyes, more than a hundred thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye.

In a daze, he had become the Jiang family's founding ancestor, with younger members of the clan standing before him.

His younger brother had become an emperor, while his old adversaries had either sealed themselves away or perished in the endless passage of time.

This was an age of fierce struggle, with nine Great Emperors coexisting and the supreme beings of forbidden zones awakening.

The fighting never ceased; neither did the bloodshed.

He would traverse the vast universe and primordial wilderness, refine the mysteries of heaven and earth, and wield a grain of sand that nurtured all things in a world, or a blade of grass that severed the sun and moon and stars.

He would suppress the great forbidden zones and defeat the Great Emperors of every race. Who would rule the rise and fall of the world?

Who would become the Heavenly Emperor and suppress every enemy beneath the heavens?