Primordial World, Human Race territory.
Xia Jie, the last Human Emperor of the Xia Dynasty, had long since reached the Martial Path Heavenly Immortal realm, his cultivation regarded as the pinnacle of the Human Race's Martial Path.
Yet he had never imagined that when he personally went to Huoyun Cave to request permission to abdicate, the Three Emperors would refuse to see him. Even his ancestor, Da Yu, gave him no response.
Those tightly shut gates of the cave heaven were like icy shackles, utterly extinguishing the last thread of hope in his heart. Boundless despair swallowed him in an instant.
A thousand years in the Heavenly Realm passed in the blink of an eye, but in the Mortal World below, time flowed more than a hundred times faster.
Worn down by the years, even as a Martial Path Heavenly Immortal, his body had long been eroded by time until its oil was spent and its lamp nearly dry. The weight of his approaching end made even every breath ache with stifled pain.
What chilled his heart even more was that the affairs of the Xia Dynasty had long since slipped beyond the control of this Human Emperor.
Those "loyal ministers" he had once considered confidants and placed such high hopes upon had already secretly colluded, gnawing away at his authority and reducing him to a puppet with nothing but an empty title.
This was the Prehistoric Universe. Even in the Houtian Era, what did a Martial Path Heavenly Immortal amount to?
Xia Jie, a powerful Human Emperor without force, was nothing more than an empty facade.
Loyalty—a beautiful lie!
To make matters worse, his children turned against one another, disaster erupted within the family, and internal and external troubles came one after another.
Xia Jie sat withered in the