Having become a Four-Dimensional Being, he could naturally see the moment of his own birth, when he had yet to understand or remember anything.
"Who was that?"
Yi Mang murmured softly.
He stared in shock at the vast giant towering into the clouds.
He had thought he was the first living being in the universe. He had never expected mysterious life to exist before him.
He found it difficult to understand.
He only felt that it was mysterious, powerful, and unfathomable.
By then, he had attained a certain realm, surpassing the limits of the seven realms of three-dimensional life and reaching the eighth realm. His understanding of the universe had begun, and he could sense an unprecedentedly mature aura of the Great Dao from that being. Yet he had no time to ponder it further and set out on his return journey.
When he returned to the tribe, he found it sparsely populated, with an air of deathly stillness everywhere.
After all, his elders and father had all committed suicide after finding life tedious from repeating itself countless times. The younger generation had also been affected.
Although they were still young, still found the universe fresh, and could immerse themselves in sculpture and cultivation without finding life boring, the dark future still filled them with fear.
But all of that changed when the ancient first ancestor—the forefather they called a god—returned for the seventh time.
"I have returned for good!"
A sacred blaze radiated from his entire body as he displayed his power.
In that instant, the chaotic Primordial Tribe erupted once more. "Ancestor, have you found a new method for our Adult Stage?"
Overjoyed, they wept and embraced one another. Amid the deathly stillness of chaos, they seemed to see a new future.
"Yes, I have found a new