At the dawn of Chaos, the story of the universe's Sculpture Art Era? The moment those words reached his ears, the white-haired old man felt every pore on his body explode, every nerve race wildly. His legs went weak, darkness filled his vision, and the world spun around him.
Who exactly were these people?
The vast universe was full of wonders.
This was the heart of a universe. On the land beyond its cosmic walls, great and ancient beings from other extraordinary worlds were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river.
For more than 14 billion years, generation after generation of saintly beings had dwelled beyond the Chaos Heaven of the universe, acting as Great Dao rules that governed the Heavenly Dao, laws, and order of the universe below.
Each generation had occupied its own territory, yet their reigns had only lasted a few million years.
But 14 billion years was far too vast. No one knew how many eras had risen and fallen, been born and perished. No one knew what had truly happened on this land in ancient times. They only knew that there were countless ancient mysteries of unimaginable origin. It was said that all sorts of mysterious ancient forbidden lands revealed phantom shadows of primordial sacred beings.
Even invincible present-day saints who had attained the Dao could enter those restricted zones only to meet bitter ends.
It was said that a being with a perfected Great Dao Bloodline, nearing the end of its lifespan, had carried its entire Daoist sanctuary and entered a forbidden zone with overwhelming divine might. Less than a few days later, someone beyond the heavens saw that Dao-attaining saint fleeing the forbidden zone, bathed in blood. Before it could cross the boundary, an ancient, unadorned dead branch pierced through its skull,