After Ages of Silence, I Return to All Heavens

The heavens stretch vast and boundless, while all things rise and fall through the ages. Since ancient times, the path to immortality has been severed, the gods have retreated into hiding, forbidden zones span the heavens, and dark upheavals rage year after year. Mortals cultivate, defying fate to seize a sliver of eternal life, yet in the end, none can escape the merciless blade of time. In the Primordial, Ancient, and Archaic Eras, countless epochs have been buried beneath the dust. Peerless prodigies fell like rain, and even the greatest emperors and overlords ultimately became dry bones. This is an age bereft of immortals, where all living beings suffer, the Great Dao is incomplete, and the end of cultivation is nothing but an illusion.