In the rolling river of time,
there will eventually be one who never dies, never perishes, and endures for eternity.
He crossed over from the distant past. In the upper reaches of the river of time, he once watched as countless worlds were born; from its highest point, he gazed down upon the changing eras.
He watched immortal kings fall, suppressed immortal emperors with one hand, covered the heavens with a flick of his fingers, and shattered the firmament with his sword. He searched the past and future for an opponent, but found none.
He truly became the greatest man of all time, defeating all across the ages and remaining invincible throughout eternity. At last, he walked to the end of the river of time and faced the realm beyond the heavens alone, willing to battle the heavens themselves, all to seek that chance to reach the ultimate realm that no one had ever touched.
Yet the world only knows him as the unparalleled First Divine Emperor.
They do not know that in that year, he too was once as tiny as an ant, no more than a speck of dust.
