Rise of a Good-for-Nothing

A young Human Race cultivator took a deep breath, feeling utterly refreshed.

The Spirit Energy here was dense yet gentle, completely unlike the violent energy of the Prehistoric World. It could be absorbed without the slightest obstruction.

"Yeah, the gravity here is just right. It's even lighter than in the Prehistoric World. I feel like I'm floating when I walk!"

"Look at that sun! It's so huge! So warm!"

"Those mountains over there are beautiful! Let's go take a look!"

A group of young people cheered and ran toward the distant mountains.

The older cultivators, however, looked up at the sky with complicated expressions.

"This... is the new world?"

"The Saints said we are pioneers, Creator Gods..."

"Creator Gods? With strength like ours?" someone said with a bitter smile.

"Perhaps it is precisely because we are weak that we are suited to starting over here," a white-haired elder said slowly.

"The strong have the strong's path, and the weak have the weak's path. This environment is just right for us."

He looked into the distance, his gaze deep. "Cultivate well. One day, we too will become truly powerful."

Time flowed on, and Eons changed.

In Tai Yi's Universe, those powerful beings still struggled to adapt to the environment and explore its laws.

Yet on the planets inhabited by the weak, life multiplied rapidly.

Generation after generation passed. Civilizations rose and fell, while legends were born and vanished.

After countless years, the descendants of those immigrants no longer remembered where they had come from.

They knew only that they lived on this planet, with the sun, moon, and stars above them, and mountains and earth beneath their feet.

They cultivated, fought, reproduced, and died.

Memories of the "Prehistoric World" had long since faded over the endless years.

Only a few