Sacred Dynasty.
Near what had once been Heavenly Abyss Grand Canyon.
A faint morning mist drifted hazily, like a transparent veil, like a silk scarf floating down from the heavens, thread by thread, gently wandering through the air.
Ever since heaven and earth had been reversed, the black mist formed from the resentment that had lingered here year-round had been completely purified. The Twisted Land had also vanished entirely, replaced by the fairyland-like scene before him.
A towering, brawny figure floated cross-legged amid the faint mist. His entire body seemed shrouded in sacred white light, bathed in a rain of radiance. Even his long hair glittered translucently, as though brimming with boundless energy.
His body was packed with bulging, powerful muscles, hard, fierce, and domineering. An indescribable sense of strength filled him, like a volcano that could erupt at any moment—more violent than a volcano itself—and no one would dare overlook him.
He was the body Jiang Dali had reassembled and recreated using the main brain, a body forged with the Earth Crystal Core as its primary material.
Since heaven and earth had been reversed, the past self, War God, and the present self, Sacred Emperor, had both completely disappeared from the world. Only Jiang Dali, the future self, remained. He had also carried on the past and forged ahead into the future, guiding the Sacred Dynasty and the entire world's future course.
Suddenly, Jiang Dali opened his eyes. Silver light flashed within them, as if two startling bolts of lightning had torn through the mist. Nothing in heaven or earth could obstruct his sight. His gaze was cold and composed, revealing powerful confidence and the pride of one who looked down upon the world, just as before.
A notification sounded in his mind. The main brain, now completely under