It all begins in the Primordial World. He connects with countless dimensions, travels through the Myriad Worlds, gathers the fruits of the Dao from every world, and uses them to prove his own Dao.
[Including, but not limited to, Chinese animation, xianxia, fantasy, and science fiction.]
[A laid-back, everyday style, with no schemes by the Heavenly Dao or machinations by the Saints.]
[After a year of reflection, I finally put pen to paper. How could I risk everything and come up empty? From the very start, this story refuses to be ordinary. Having written this far, how could I settle for an uneventful ending?]
