This is the epic account of an eighteen-year-old who fights his way from the First Heaven to the Ninth Heaven.
One day, a fiery divine radiance shone across both the Central Lands and the Western World; across the First Heaven and the Ninth Heaven; across the mortal realm and the immortal realm. The radiance was so fierce, so warm. The divine light of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths seemed to herald the arrival of an event of immense significance.
Above the Nine Heavens, a man in a dragon robe, majestic and solemn, gazed gravely at the radiance. His eyes held the weight of history and an air of authority. Meeting his gaze inspired an intense desire to submit and a profound urge to worship.
At that moment, an old man in white robes, carrying a staff, hurried into the great hall. He performed the grand ritual of nine bows and kowtows to the man in the dragon robe, then spoke in a booming voice: "Greetings, Divine Emperor!"
"Rise, Imperial Preceptor. I presume you've come because of this radiance?" the man in the dragon robe asked thoughtfully.
"Divine Emperor, a heavenly omen has appeared. I cast a divination. The Cosmic Divine Consciousness has manifested in the world, foretelling the greatest upheaval in countless millennia," the old man in white robes said gravely.
"Why is it the greatest upheaval?" the man in the dragon robe asked slowly, a trace of worry appearing between his brows.
