Frost Thick Upon My Temples Despite Bitter Hardship, Yet My Ambition to Form the Golden Core Never Dies

Ancient legends held that this world was called the Mountain Sea.

Mountain ranges stretched without end, rivers and seas knew no bounds, and countless demon beasts and spirits lived among them.

The powerful soared through the heavens and tunneled through the earth, moving mountains and overturning seas.

The weak frolicked amid the forests and hills, free and unburdened.

Though Human Race cultivators existed, they were few and far between, merely lingering on in desperate existence.

However, since the Primordial Era.

The Human Race had risen to greatness. Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators emerged one after another, and Spirit Transformation Cultivators even underwent tribulation and ascended.

Under such a grand tide, the territory of the Human Race steadily expanded.

After several thousand years, they finally established their dominion over the Mountain Sea World in Central Province, laying the foundation for the Human Race's great enterprise!

With Central Province as its center, the world was divided into the four great domains of east, south, west, and north.

Eastern Wasteland, Southern Border, Western Desert, Northern Sea.

Once the five domains had initially been established, the great Human Race cultivators of the Mountain Sea World changed the era's name, naming it after the Mountain Sea and declaring the first year of the Mountain Sea Calendar.

From that first year onward.

Time flowed on, and the years flew by like a shuttle.

Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Over those three thousand years, Human Race cultivators of the Mountain Sea World upheld the ideals of those great figures, continuously launching Founding Wars to expand Human Race territory.

Thus came the thirty-five domains, great and small, of the Eastern Wasteland; the one hundred and eighty-seven ridges of the Southern Border; and the boundless Northern Sea, extending all the way to Arctic