Mythic Immortality Begins with the World Tree

The Golden Crow shines across the world, and the Moon Hare glows bright. In a land untouched by the sun and moon, Tuber, with a tiger's head and an ox's body, was born in the netherworld. Wherever the sharp horns atop his head reached, death held sway. Above the Mystic Heavens, the Heavenly Lord, white-haired and with vertical pupils, opened his eyes. His will commanded the firmament, unleashing endless thunder and calamity upon any living being bold enough to ascend to heaven. In the desolate southern lands, a newborn World Tree reached above the Mystic Heavens of all realms and plunged its roots into the Nine Hells. It fed upon the primordial gods, nurtured countless holy beings, forged a supreme immortal court, and commanded awe throughout the Three Realms. Reborn into a mythic age before the Great Dao had been settled, he came to a primeval, lawless world rife with dangers and disasters. Faced with the primordial gods watching him hungrily, Jiang Zuiyun was terrified, though not completely. Because... “I am the newborn World Tree!”