Supreme Dao Lord

In the seventh year of the Shenzong Emperor's reign, the dynasty was nearing its end.

Jiang Ming entered the world in a daze, stumbling along with the Original Furnace, which possessed the ability to strengthen and merge.

At court, the emperor indulged in pleasure day and night, obsessed with beauty. The Buddhist sect offered a peerless consort to win his favor, while the Demon Sect presented the Twelve Heavenly Demon Dance to beguile his mind.

In this chaotic age, human lives were as worthless as grass. The Treasure Vase Way rose in revolt but failed, and its defeated soldiers and displaced refugees swept across the land. The Holy Womb Cult seized the opportunity to rise, using incense and superstition to delude the masses and bring calamity to the provinces.

Martial arts, true techniques, physical might: raising one's eyes, one saw chaos and warfare across the battlefields, with heavenly dragons dancing wildly and Martial Saints hurling elephants.

Strange fungi, celestial insects, demonic disasters: according to legend, certain immortals and Buddhas could burn mountains and boil seas with a wave of the hand, shaking continents and lands.

Confronted with this harsh world, where the strong ran rampant and exploitation existed at every level,

he could only rely on the Original Furnace to strengthen and strengthen again, merge and merge again. Day and night, he dared not stop.

"Open, Original Furnace, and reduce the difficulty of breaking through cultivation bottlenecks!"

"Open, Original Furnace, and greatly accelerate cultivation speed!"

"Open, Original Furnace..."

Before he knew it,

The Wood Garment Art, which strengthened the foundations and nurtured the origin, had transformed into the Indestructible Glazed Scripture, capable of withstanding meteor impacts and resisting all techniques!

The Qi-Shifting Formula, used for breathing exercises and health preservation, had astonishingly evolved into the Primordial True Interpretation, capable of sharing the longevity of heaven and earth and rivaling the brilliance of the sun and moon!

Jiang Ming looked back once more.

He gazed around blankly, a deep loneliness settling in his heart.

Under heaven and earth, there were no opponents left.

In this magnificent world, millions of corpses lay strewn about and rivers and mountains were stained with blood, while one solitary man walked on...