The vast, boundless Primordial River of Time and Space stretched in two directions, one leading to the beginning of infinite epochs, the other toward an endless future.
Countless Rivers of Time and Space branched down from the mother river, flowing toward the endless ten directions.
That River of Time and Space, encompassing endless infinite Multiverses, was like a monster with innumerable tentacles, covering every Great Thousand Universe, omnipresent and reaching everywhere.
Ancient and modern, past and future, infinite Great Thousands, endless universes, Myriad Heavens and Worlds, Ganges sand dimensions... all lay within it.
Above the Primordial River of Time and Space, endless light and shadow outlined two existences without form or substance, existing between illusion and reality.
One of them was naturally the Lord of Space-time. In a certain sense, this river of time and space was Him.
The source of all time and space, the ruler of time and space.
The other was the Lord of Systems.
Systems were naturally not His Dao. He had gained this name only because the systems He cast into the Myriad Heavens and Worlds and Ganges sand Great Thousands were beyond counting. At almost every instant, innumerable systems scattered and fell into the heavens.
Creating one System Holder after another.
The endless System Holders each treated their systems differently. Some transcended, some perished, some were grateful, some were resentful...
But without question, they changed the trajectories of one world after another.
And this Lord of Systems was famously fond of the weak... and orphans.
The more bleak and miserable a person's life was, the more likely they were to win His favor.
And the System Holders created in this way were all exceedingly self-centered, cold-blooded people who avenged every slight.
Along the rise of countless System Holders, corpses had piled up into mountains