Ten Years of Mining in the Primordial Era, and Now I Rule the Ages

Thanks for the invite. I'm at the Primordial Ancient Mine, just got off the plane.

A daredevil rock-climbing enthusiast falls into a deep ravine and, by sheer chance, arrives at the Primordial Ancient Mine, a forbidden zone of life in the Eastern Wilderness, surrounded by taboo Supremes.

He thinks he's doomed.

But his daredevil streak becomes a buff: as long as he has the urge to court death, he is immune to all damage and restrictions, as if nothing can touch him.

From that day on, the ancient, silent forbidden zone of life is turned upside down. A daredevil figure can be seen banging and clattering away everywhere.

The occasional beautiful singing that used to be heard is replaced by the sound of hammering. Passersby are chilled to the bone, thinking some great upheaval is about to hit the forbidden zone.

One day, ten years later,

a figure wreathed in an eerie, ominous aura walks out of the mine, escorted by several taboo beings.

On that day, the Eastern Wilderness is shaken and the Big Dipper shines. Nine dragons pull a nine-life bronze coffin onto the ancient road through the starry sky.

This age of Shrouding the Heavens has gained a different kind of color.