I've Lived for a Million Years, and Every God You Worship Is Me

A million years ago, humanity lived like beasts, the lowliest of creatures beneath the heavens. Chen Yuan was the first human to gain intelligence and the first to cultivate. He spread the path of cultivation among the tribes and subdued the wilderness with a single sword, laying the foundations of human cultivation. For the next million years, he watched with detached eyes as the Stone Age gave way to the Bronze Age, dynasties rose and fell, and immortal sects were destroyed. Countless prodigies dominated their eras, only to return to the earth. He alone endured through the ages, seated at the peak of the river of time. He saw Blackstone off, then Shi, then everyone who called him “Yuan.” Humanity left its caves for cities, advanced from wilderness to civilization, and rose from the lowliest of creatures to the foremost of all life. And he always stood behind humanity, unknown to all. Until modern times, when spiritual qi revival began. Cultivators around the world unearthed ancient ruins and discovered that every cultivation method traced back to the same name. An archaeological team brought over a young man who was squatting in a corner eating instant noodles and asked him to identify an artifact. He casually drew a line across a stone tablet. It shattered, revealing a piece of beast bone from a million years ago, with a few crooked words carved into it: **“Blackstone, stop slacking off.”** Cultivators across the world fell to their knees. The young man finished his noodles and walked away.