Back then, the towering ancient Kunlun Mountains were still a divine domain above all worlds, looking down upon all living beings. No one dared profane them in the slightest.
Back then, the flames of war raging in Youdu had yet to spread into the Central Plains. The King of Youdu and the Nine Nether Halls where he was trapped were still no more than an ancient legend.
Back then, humanity was still as insignificant as ants in the eyes of the three realms and five races, wandering from place to place to escape disaster.
Until one day, a Kunpeng soared up from the Northern Sea and shot ninety thousand li into the sky, shaking the world. Seated atop the Kunpeng, Zhuang Sheng gazed up and observed all below, finally comprehending the secrets of Heaven. He then came to understand the nine scrolls of the Carefree Journey, rode the Kunpeng south, and preached the Great Way of the Golden Immortals along the way...
Fifty years later, a hunter carrying a sword strode proudly to the summit of Kunlun and, with a single strike, shattered the balance among the three realms and six races. Later generations called that strike the Heaven-Splitting Sword. That hunter was Zhuang Sheng's first disciple...
